By Laurell K. Hamilton
I'm Meredith Gentry, princess and inheritor obvious to the throne within the realm of faerie, onetime deepest investigator within the mortal global. To be topped queen, i have to first proceed the royal bloodline and provides delivery to an inheritor of my very own. If I fail, my aunt, Queen Andais, might be loose to do what she such a lot wants: set up her twisted son, Cel, as monarch . . . and kill me. My royal guards encompass me, and my top loved–my Darkness and my Killing Frost–are constantly beside me, sworn to guard and make like to me. yet nonetheless the chance grows larger. For regardless of all my carnal efforts, I stay childless, whereas the machinations of my sinister, sadistic Queen and her confederates stay tireless. So my bodyguards and i've slipped again into l. a., hoping to outrun the collection shadows of court docket intrigue. yet even exile isn’t adequate to flee the take hold of of these with darkish designs.Now King Taranis, strong and vainglorious ruler of faerie’s Seelie courtroom, has leveled accusations opposed to my noble guards of a heinous crime–and has long gone as far as to invite the mortal professionals to prosecute. If he succeeds, my males face extradition to faerie and the hideous consequences that look ahead to them there. yet i do know that Taranis’s fees are baseless, and that i feel that his real objective is me. He attempted to kill me whilst i used to be a toddler. Now I worry his intentions are way more terrifying.From the Hardcover version.
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Very few in faerie have such power of illusion now,\" Frost said. \"There might only be one in all of faerie who could pull it off,\" Galen said. His green eyes were suddenly very serious. \"You can\'t meanï¿½\" Frost started to say, then stopped. We all thought it. \" Veducci spoke as if he\'d read our minds. It made me wonder if without his protections from faerie magic I\'d have read him as a psychic, or more. \" \"Fuck,\" Shelby said. \"You did not just say that. \" Veducci smiled at us.
One look, full of so much. \" I let the smile I\'d practiced for years slide over my face. The smile that was pleasant, but not too happy. It was a court smile, a smile to hide behind, and think thoughts that had nothing to do with smiles at all. CHAPTER 4 THE MIRROR FILLED WITH LIGHT. SHINING, GOLDEN SUNLIGHT, until we all had to turn our eyes away or be blinded by the brilliance, the brilliance of Taranis, King of Light and Illusion. \" \"The king, boasting,\" I said. I shouldn\'t have said it, but I wasn\'t feeling well, and I was angry.
But Taranis had begun it, dragging us out before the humans. I was only following his lead. Page 37 Laurell K. \" \"You nearly beat me to death, Uncle. \" I looked at my uncle, so large, so imposing, so regal in his gold and white court clothes. \" His voice was wheedling. From the way Nelson began to walk closer to the mirror, I think the tone was meant to be seductive. \"He is not denying it,\" Doyle said. \"I am not speaking to you, Darkness,\" Taranis said, and his voice tried to thunder again.
A Lick of Frost by Laurell K. Hamilton