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nThe Diamond Gate
nBy Holly Bargo
nAvailable on Kindle Unlimited
nhttps://www.amazon.com/dp/B01E0V73T0
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nExcerpt
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nBide here. Lirón comes.
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n“Did you hear that?” they whispered among themselves and agreed that, yes, each of them heard that, but not with their ears.
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nThey all looked at the hippogriff, but only Aurora met its gaze. It despises us, she thought with surprise. A beast that despises us.
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nI find most humans contemptible as well as bad-tasting.
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nHer lips turned upward slightly at the corners. Touché, she thought, and caught the faintest glimmer of humor from the hippogriff.
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n“When will Lirón arrive?” she asked aloud, more as a courtesy to the others than for the hippogriff’s sake.
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nThe animal cocked its head, opened and shut its beak with a click, and then sneezed. It shook its head, sending a feather into the breeze, which twirled it in unseen fingers for the princess to catch. She held it to her lips and surreptitiously sniffed. The scent wasn’t sour like poultry, but fresh, clean, and somehow wild.
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nToss it into the wind should you have need of me, beloved of Lirón.
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n“Thank you,” she whispered.
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nThe hippogriff bowed its head, turned tail, galloped a few steps, and leaped into the wind.n
nBy Holly Bargo
nAvailable on Kindle Unlimited
nhttps://www.amazon.com/dp/B01E0V73T0
n
nExcerpt
n
nBide here. Lirón comes.
n
n“Did you hear that?” they whispered among themselves and agreed that, yes, each of them heard that, but not with their ears.
n
nThey all looked at the hippogriff, but only Aurora met its gaze. It despises us, she thought with surprise. A beast that despises us.
n
nI find most humans contemptible as well as bad-tasting.
n
nHer lips turned upward slightly at the corners. Touché, she thought, and caught the faintest glimmer of humor from the hippogriff.
n
n“When will Lirón arrive?” she asked aloud, more as a courtesy to the others than for the hippogriff’s sake.
n
nThe animal cocked its head, opened and shut its beak with a click, and then sneezed. It shook its head, sending a feather into the breeze, which twirled it in unseen fingers for the princess to catch. She held it to her lips and surreptitiously sniffed. The scent wasn’t sour like poultry, but fresh, clean, and somehow wild.
n
nToss it into the wind should you have need of me, beloved of Lirón.
n
n“Thank you,” she whispered.
n
nThe hippogriff bowed its head, turned tail, galloped a few steps, and leaped into the wind.n
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