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She was meant to be a part of the transitional generation, yet here she stood. On earth, basking in the warmth of the sun and the feel of the wind on her face.
She shouldn't be out here alone. Her mom, no… "the chancellor" she corrected, would be pissed When she walked back into camp, past the electric fences and armed guards, Bellamy's frown was the first thing to greet her. There was a time when the word held warmth. When him saying "Princess" sounded like a caress, not a curse. She looked past him to what remained of the one hundred. They had rescued their small band of friends from Mount Weather nearly a week ago, but they still looked weak and pale. Jasper more than the others. Bone marrow had not cured the mountain men, but that didn't keep the "doctor" from experimenting on her friends.
It had seemed like a success at first, which led to more experiments. The positive effects unfortunately disappeared after a few days. The people of Mount Weather weren't prepared. Those who had received treatment and gone to the surface died suddenly.
Those who stayed behind were now left with no hope of a permanent cure. The alliance of grounders and ark dwellers invaded Mount Weather. They swarmed it like ants, looking for any crack into the mountain. They found an opening, and, in the process breaking in, brought with them a wave of radiation. Only the and grounder prisoners survived. These teenagers before Clarke were not the brave warriors she had come to know and love. They were kids who had experience hope, and freedom, only to have it stripped from them again and again. They were technically safe in this camp, but they weren't free.
Not like they had been at the drop ship. She glanced back at Bellamy. He glared down at her, his eyes conflicted, stuck between blaming her for their situation and begging her to find a solution.
She knew what she had to do, had always known really, but she had hoped there would be another way. Seeing the hundred with the people from the Ark had only confirmed it for her. Watching them try to fit themselves back into the broken society, into the different social constructs and strict rules, had broken her heart.
She stood frozen outside her mother's door. She could feel his eyes on her, full of questions she'd rather not answer and the slightest glimmer of hope, but she didn't acknowledge it. There was no fear in her, no nervousness. She would fix this. She turned to him, her rock.
Her mother stood around a table, a war table she thought, deep in conversation with Jaha and the grounder leader. Abby paused when she saw her daughter, "Clarke-" she started, but the look on Clarke's face cut her short.
While her aunt tried to kill her as a child, she has since offered her the title as crown princess as the Court needs more heirs. It is December, and Merry and the Sidhe warriors she has chosen as her lovers have returned to Los Angeles, California. Merry has resumed working for the Grey Detective Agency and several of the Sidhe have also joined the payroll.
Merry is approached by Maeve Reed, previously known as Conchenn before her exile from the Seelie Court and now a famous Hollywood actress. Maeve asks Merry to perform a fertility rite that will permit her to have a child by her dying human husband. In return, she tells the princess that the reason for her exile was that she had refused to become the wife of Taranis, King of Light and Illusion, because she believed he was sterile.
Galen, badly injured by the demi-fey during A Kiss of Shadows , has yet to heal, despite the usually phenomenal healing abilities of a sidhe warrior. Merry approaches the Queen of the Demi-Fey, Niceven, regarding a cure. The price of the cure and an alliance is a weekly drink of Merry's blood by a surrogate to be chosen by Niceven.
During Merry's first night in bed with Doyle, they are interrupted by Andais who reveals that the Nameless has been freed. The worst of both courts, the Nameless was the last great spell that Seelie and Unseelie had cooperated upon. They had stripped themselves of everything too awful for them to be permitted to stay in the United States, and from it had been formed the Nameless.
Louis to Arizona, and along the trial he vowed to discover exactly what his lovely captive knew about satisfying a man's desires. At first she thought he would kill her. After all, her husband had died at the hands of the Apache. But this Indian seemed to have more honor and courage than anyone she'd ever known. As they moved west, the handsome warrior protected her bravely from wild animals and wilder men—and tempted her with delights she'd never imagined.
Now her traitorous soul hoped she'd never be free from his muscular embrace and searing touch. Her urges were scandalous, but Sierra could resist no longer. She would give anything to savor the wild ecstasy of his.
There's no turning back. The curves of my back and the width of my shoulders are not for you to caress but the result of the weight that I have carried. Mela-KNOW-More is now the Andy Caress Melanoma Foundation, whose volunteer members are dedicated to continuing to pursue the mission of this amazingly strong young man. Open Preview See a Problem? The result of the destruction of the Nameless is the release of the magics which formed it; these magics transfer themselves to the victors, who begin to exhibit unforeseen side effects. My eyes are not the windows to my soul but the gates which shield it from the world that has attempted to break me I am made of the sand and the sun and the stars that the gods hand-picked for me My crimson lips are not an invitation for you to kiss But a token of the depths of what my mind has to offer The curves of my back and the width of my shoulders are not for you to caress but the result of the weight that I have carried And as my hair is stained with perspiration and tinged with the gold of the sun I would rather be enveloped by the uncertainty of the universe rather than your bounds I am anything but a goddess for your admiration I am a warrior, just as the women before me. Overall rating No ratings yet 0.