Slaying the Naga King by Jessica M. Butler EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Jessica M. Butler
- Language: English
- Genre: Romantic Fantasy
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Desperate Times
Could you outrun a nightmare?
Or carry someone you loved out of its path?
Probably not. But you could always run toward it. Or try your
best to prepare for its coming. Especially when it came every night to
torment the people you loved.
Rhea noted the long slanting path of orange light that filtered through
the oak branches over the windows of their tiny tree home.
Less than six hours before the next attack.
Unless the time changed.
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Please, she prayed, don’t let the time change. No extension or addition.
If anything, it could just go away.
She adjusted the coarse sheet of paper on the low table and resumed
sketching. Fatigue burned her eyes. What she wouldn’t give for a night and
day of peace. This breakneck pace had only intensified. It could not last
forever.
But no one—not them, not the elders, not the Paras, not the entirety of
all the worlds’ leaders combined—seemed any closer to finding an answer.
She rubbed her forehead and stared down at the dark lines on the page.
They wavered a little, some of the markings less strong than others.
Usually, drawing comforted her. Now, though, she felt only the desire to
finish her illustrations so she could turn them in to her clients and get paid.
She shook her head. Pity purchases. No doubt about that. But pity purchases
purchased food as well as any other money.
It seemed like such a small thing. Like she was just staking out space
for them to survive. To get through. To give Tiehro and Salanca, her spirit
family, time to rest and hopefully to fight off this psychic plague or curse.
The pencil slipped between her fingers.
Fight it off…for how long?
The rest of the month?
The rest of the year?
The rest of their lives?
She set her jaw, tightening her grip over the pale wood. The lead
scraped over the page with uneven pressure as she willed herself to sketch
faster. There was no way to know for certain. And she needed to do
something—to find some way to hope. She had to do something, or she was
going to go mad herself. And then what good would she be?
A large firm hand grasped her shoulder. “You should be resting right
now,” Tiehro said, his gravelly voice hoarser than usual.
She kept her focus on the page though she knew what she’d see if she
glanced up—straight purple-black hair tangled and mussed over his fileddown horns, his amethyst eyes bloodshot and watery, and his jet-black eagle
wings tucked firmly against his back and yet showing traces of molting. She
pushed the anger at their situation down. It wouldn’t accomplish anything
good.
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