Karen Marie Moning
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It leaned forward, elbows on its knees, all amusement vanishing from its features, leaving its chiseled visage quietly regal, dignified. I give you my word, Gabrielle O'Callaghan, it said softly. I will protect you. Right. The word of the blackest fairy, the legendary liar, the great deceiver, she mocked. How dare it offer its word like it might actually mean something? A muscle leapt in its jaw. That is not all I have been, Gabrielle. I have been, and am, many things. Oh, of course, silly me, I left out consummate seducer and ravager of innocence. ✨ Karen Marie Moning (2004). The Immortal Highlander, p.70, Delacorte Press

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