The Will of the Empress (Circle Reforged)
Tamora Pierce
Language: English
Pages: 560
ISBN: 0439441722
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
For years the Empress of Namorn has pressed her young cousin, Lady Sandrilene fa Toren, to visit her vast lands within the Empire's borders. Sandry has avoided the invitation for as long as it was possible. Now Sandry has agreed to pay that overdue visit. Sandry's uncle promises guards to accompany her. But they're hardly a group of warriors! They're her old friends from Winding Circle: Daja, Tris, and Briar. Sandry hardly knows them now. They've grown up and grown apart. Sandry isn't sure they'll ever find their old connection again - or if she even wants them to. When they arrive at the pala
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Backside. Sandry continued in an even tone, “When and if I marry, it will be to an honest man. Please go now, before I lose my temper.” “My dear, think this over,” Shan said. “We could truly be happy together.” “My temper is fraying, and so are your clothes,” she replied evenly. “Good-bye, Pershan fer Roth.” Ambros opened the door. Shan risked a last look at Sandry, then fled. Ambros closed the door. “Will his clothes really come off?” he asked. He saw that Sandry was silently weeping. Walking.
Square and stubborn chin, and a small, slight slip of a nose. Her clothing hugged a very shapely figure. Eyeing the lady’s bronze velvet high-necked coat and wide breeches, Sandry felt a pinch in the place where she kept her pride in the clothes she made and wore. Lark warned me I’d get a dreadful case of style envy at the Namornese court, she told herself with the tiniest of sighs. There’s just something to this lady’s garments that gives them the, the sauciest look. And what I wouldn’t give.
His lashes. “But if they appreciate my attention, I’m hardly going to hurt their feelings.” “Did you used to be this way?” demanded Sandry, glaring at him. “I don’t remember you being this way.” “They say you travel to gain experience,” Briar said, and yawned. “That’s what I did.” Daja was relieved when a footman brought in a plate of trout cooked in wine and began to serve it. It feels so strange to be talking about experience—sex—with them, she realized. I don’t see why Briar keeps plunging.
Estates outside the town of Kilcoin.” Sandry knew she had passed the test. She smiled and extended her hand to a very attractive young man. Big, broad-shouldered, with crow’s-wing black hair and bright chestnut eyes, he was delightfully handsome, with an infectious smile. He kissed her fingertips. “Hello, fair neighbor,” he said in an engaging, boyish voice. “If you ever wish to borrow a cup of honey, I will be glad to oblige, though a creature as sweet as you will probably never run out.” “I.
Hot tub in the bathhouse, will you stay there?” she asked him. Zhegorz ran a quivering hand over his chopped hair, his eyes scuttling back and forth. “Is the tub hot or the water hot?” he asked. “Specifics, what’s to be heated and what’s not—” Daja interrupted him again. “I forbid you to talk crazy,” she told him sternly. “Not here. Here you will talk like a normal human being or say nothing, one or the other.” “What’s normal?” the man asked. He rubbed his long, bumpy nose. His thin lips.