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Breaking Things

Trayrock, Present Time

The vehicle slowed, the engine changing tune, and then stopped completely. The late afternoon had taken on the golden glow of just before sunset. Through the windows of the vehicle, the landscape was breathtaking, the elegant smooth-barked white trees with their heavy canopy of green leaves filtering gold sparkles and dappling the road they framed in patches of sunlight and shadow.

If she had been home, Lyric would have brought a cup of tea out to Arthur’s bench and sat in the last of the day in peaceful contemplation, just being present in herself, watching the birds and insects, and perhaps a brave rabbit.

But that was then, and this was now.

“What is it?” She asked Niarthen as she lifted her head from his shoulder. The door slid open, and the driver leaned in and spoke, and Niarthen answered. The guards immediately began to rise from the seats, picking up the prisoner’s by their elbows and guiding them to the door.

Isaiah protested the movement, casting a loo
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Everleigh Miles
Thank you Roberta :-)
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Roberta
this is one hell of a story teller. our Lady Miles knows how to keep you at the edge of your seat. Fall in love with every character or hate them as the true villain. I would like to own the entire set for my library. thank you for my hours of these great books you write.
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Judy Wheeler
Lyric is badass. I like her
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