Taran sentence example

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  • Taran glanced at him, wishing him gone.

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  • But Taran wanted no favors from any man, even one who may have been a good man, had he been the son of any other.

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  • Taran watched him fade into the forest with a warrior's stealth.

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  • Taran reached the lagging man and hacked him down, leapt over the body and one of the snapping traps, and continued.

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  • Taran saw the two struggling figures teeter dangerously close to the edge of a pit.

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  • Breathing hard, Taran eased off her.

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  • He lifted his chin to the men holding Taran in place, and they released him.

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  • He circled Taran in consideration.

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  • The hair on the back of Taran's neck rose in warning.

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  • Taran shifted at the threat of the underground.

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  • Taran tensed, the movement enough to snap one of the rusted fetters.

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  • Taran roared again and beat on the walls.

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  • Taran sought to remember the wise words of his friend.

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  • Taran braced himself and opened his eyes.

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  • At the sound of steel on leather, Taran lowered himself into a crouch.

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  • The tension was heavy enough to make Taran lower his stance further.

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  • Taran trailed the two from the room, ignoring the hushed exchange of words.

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  • Taran stepped into a cavernous bedchamber lit by low burning hearths and scented by the white flowers sitting in each window.

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  • The woman's features were flushed, the man gesturing in Taran's general direction.

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  • Sensing her growing distress, Taran crossed to the door leading from the bedchamber into the hallway and opened it.

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  • The silver-haired man turned at Taran's low command.

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  • Taran lowered his arm, twitching in irritation.

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  • When a strip of yellow lit the edge of the night sky, Taran returned to his perch in a large window facing the sunrise.

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  • Sirian waited, his dark eyes going from Rissa to Taran, where they settled.

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  • Taran nodded and stripped off his tunic and excess weapons before dropping into a fighting stance opposite his challenger.

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  • Taran's attention swept to the walls behind him, and he felt a pang of yearning and regret.

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  • Taran waited only a moment longer before approaching.

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  • Taran met her blows and then attacked without his brute force, instead assessing her ability to react.

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  • His eyes were on Taran.

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  • Sirian's gaze returned to hers, and the two exchanged a look that made the hair on the back of Taran's neck rise once more.

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  • Taran stayed the sudden urge to challenge Sirian to a round.

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  • Taran obeyed before Sirian contradicted her.

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  • Taran felt Sirian's hard gaze again.

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  • Aside from the dark moods of Rissa and Sirian, Taran sensed nervousness in the guards.

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  • Taran nudged his horse forward into a slow trot.

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  • Taran met the first attacker head on with his sword and sought to turn his horse with his legs.

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  • Taran shoved his way through the attackers, hacking as he went, determined to reach Rissa.

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  • Taran glared back and dispatched his attackers before hacking down the man between them.

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  • Taran cursed the animal again under his breath and blocked two strikes before they broke free of the footmen.

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  • Irritated with her spirit, Taran leapt from the horse and pursued, his long strides quickly cutting the distance between them.

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  • Taran's intensity did not waver as he held her gaze.

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  • Taran understood the look intimately.

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  • Taran, I know who and what you are, even if you choose to deceive me!

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  • Taran glanced warily toward him as he led the horse toward stables nestled along one wall of the stone fortress.

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  • Taran strained to hear his response.

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  • Taran handed off the horse to a stable hand and turned to watch as Sirian took Rissa's arm, leading her into a squat stone building at the center of the fortress.

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  • Taran remained in the hall and paced as he studied the guards.

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  • Taran glanced at him, taking in familiar cocoa features.

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  • Taran's gaze lingered on the door before returning to Allin.

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  • Taran dwelled on their words and hers.

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  • Taran leaned against the wall opposite the closed door, pensive.

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  • Through the mistresses Memon kept and shared with his men, Taran had learned of nothing but a desire for gold and magic waters.

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  • Taran watched him until he disappeared around a corner.

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  • Taran nudged the door closed but rested his palm on the hilt of a dagger.

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  • Taran's jaw tightened as he took in the right side of her face, which blazed red as if struck.

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  • I wanted Sirian to be wrong, but the attack today…I can't take that chance, Taran.

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  • You will answer to me, Taran.

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  • Taran snatched the back of her neck and dragged her back.

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  • Taran suppressed a roar of fury and frustration.

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  • Taran's masculine, virile scent lingered in her clothes, on her skin.

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  • He speaks highly of Taran, says he is an honorable man.

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  • Vara trusts no one, much as you do, but he trusts Taran.

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  • What she knew - -that Taran was meant to kill her - -she could never tell him without revealing the demon.

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  • Taran did not understand the need for her to return so soon, but the woman was beyond any man's control.

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  • Taran knew instinctively what could cause such a reaction from Sirian, and it involved the foolish woman.

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  • Taran snagged the arm of a guard jogging by.

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  • Taran released him and turned to stare hard at Sirian, whose calm features hid any emotion he might feel.

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  • Taran turned on his heel, retreating into the squat building once more.

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  • She saw her death at the hands of Taran, not in the hands of the barbarians!

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  • Taran would kill her, and Taran was not present.

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  • Taran towered over her.

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  • The attackers reached her as she sat in stunned stillness at Taran's feet.

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  • She sought to right her reeling senses, registering Taran's scent.

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  • Taran dumped her before the king's party, and she pushed herself up.

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  • Shuddering, she looked toward Taran, the sense of betrayal raw.

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  • The women were hungry, and she saw them watch Taran with a familiar light in their eyes.

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  • She wisely chose not to meet the challenging gaze of a restlessly shifting man among the king's company but focused on Taran's leg.

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  • She raised her head enough to look past Taran's leg.

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  • Taran bowed his head in deference to his master.

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  • The seated king eyed Taran as Memon approached Rissa.

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  • Taran stepped aside, and Rissa tensed further as the man squatted before her.

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  • Taran grabbed her wrist and dragged her a short distance away from the party.

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  • Taran, if my blood is joined, my people will die!

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  • I swear to you, Taran, I will do anything!

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  • Her eyes went to Taran, and she couldn't help but feel both grateful and surprised.

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  • Taran led her down a street lined with small inns before spotting the one marked as Memon said.

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  • And Taran gave a predatory smile.

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  • Taran breathed deeply, allowing his senses to fill with the woman gazing up at him.

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  • Taran captured them and pinned them above her head.

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  • Taran ignored it, his hand traveling down her body.

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  • Taran pushed himself up with a curse, determined to tear the messenger apart for the disturbance.

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  • The ship's captain belted orders to his sun burnt crew, and Taran turned, his dark hair tossed in the sea breeze.

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  • Taran looked down at his own richly spun wool and linen clothing, pitying the men on the beach.

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  • Taran felt someone watching him and peered between two of his father's men to see the youth his age with glowing green eyes.

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  • With a quick glance to make sure none of his father's men paid him any heed, Taran stole away to the far side of the beach, trailing the barbarian youth.

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  • He stopped, and Taran slowed.

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  • Taran shrugged, and the boy approached, reaching out to rub his clothing between his hands.

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  • Taran smiled and pulled off his mantle, handing it to the boy.

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  • Pity for the boy increased as Taran studied the bruises on the youth's arms and face.

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  • Taran accepted it and put it on, drawing a proud smile from the youth.

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  • Vara was still for only a moment before he whirled and grabbed Taran, pulling him toward the forest.

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  • Vara gave a flurry of urgent words in the foreign tongue, succeeding in dragging him to the edge of the forest before Taran yanked free.

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  • Alarmed, Taran turned in time to see the man with eyes the color of Vara's strike his father down.

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  • Taran struggled to keep up, acutely aware of the sounds of men crashing through the forest behind him.

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  • Taran held onto the boy, numb and terrified, as they rode long and hard, away from the beach, away from his slain father.

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  • Taran dismounted, hands shaking.

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  • The youth was scared, which only terrified Taran

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  • Taran called, scared, as the men dragged him outside.

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  • The barbarian ignored Taran and snatched Vara by the scruff, only to backhand him hard.

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  • Taran watched him drop, growing even angrier.

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  • The barbarian muttered and grabbed Taran.

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  • Taran accepted, never believing anything could make him ally with the devil he meant to kill.

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  • Taran knew dozens of ways to kill a man.

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  • Taran sensed the tension between the two men.

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  • Memon's son had always sheltered Taran from Memon's wrath.

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  • Memon paid his son no heed, focused completely on Taran.

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  • There is something about her that affects them, Taran said.

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  • Taran looked at Memon hard.

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  • I've seen what Taran describes.

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  • Taran glanced at Vara.

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  • The image of Taran's face flashed before her closed eyes, and with it a sense of frustration, fear, anger, and, most damning of all, desire.

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  • Taran will save me, the demon said.

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  • Taran tensed, expecting an order to have him seized and thrown underground.

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  • Hilden waved Taran forward.

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  • At Hilden's silence, Taran opened his eyes, irritated by the brightness.

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  • Taran complied and rolled up his sleeve to display his bandaged forearm.

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  • Hilden waited until he was gone before moving closer to Taran.

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  • He motioned for Taran to follow and led him up the stairs into Rissa's expansive chambers.

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  • Taran paced as he waited.

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  • Hilden might defer to him in her absence, but Taran knew where the loyalty of most of the men lay.

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  • Taran glanced at him, noticing how haggard the older man suddenly appeared.

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  • Taran all but spat the words.

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  • Taran accepted it, once again unsettled by the darkness clinging to the book.

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  • Taran's large frame blocked her path to the door.

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  • Taran made no move toward her.

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  • Taran snatched her wrists and trapped her against him, forcing her arms crossed behind her.

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  • Yes, Taran would claim Tiyan, for Taran would kill her to get it.

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  • I know you've already betrayed me, Taran.

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  • You are no better than they are, Taran!

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  • Taran opened his eyes beneath the eye-band, the heat of a hot morning sun on his face.

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  • Regaining control of himself, Taran turned to face her without removing his eye-band.

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  • Interested in the strong reaction, Taran pushed his eye- band up to see her.

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  • Taran glanced toward the darkened figure near the door.

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  • Taran straightened with a frown.

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  • Taran said nothing, angered that Memon was capable of as many secrets as Rissa.

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  • Taran saw Sirian's shrewd manipulations in the convenient location of the army.

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  • You are not immune to her, Taran.

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  • Taran flinched at the vision the words created.

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  • Taran gripped and un-gripped the dagger in his hand, unable to convince himself.

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  • Taran followed at a distance.

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  • Taran's gaze lingered on her as he reached the foot of the stairwell.

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  • Taran resisted the draw with effort and stepped into the buzzing night.

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  • Itching for the feel of battle, Taran broke into a jog toward the battle.

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  • At the familiar voice, Taran released him and turned.

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  • Taran threw himself into the fight eagerly and was pleased when Allin joined him at his side.

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  • Sirian paced a small underground cell beside the one Taran had occupied his first night in the city.

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  • Taran can defeat him.

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  • Taran shot her an angry look and pushed her past him, pinning her still against the wall with one arm.

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  • Taran drew her closer, pressing her body between his and the alley.

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  • When she refused to meet his gaze or speak, Taran drew her again to his body and wrapped his arms around her.

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  • Taran said nothing, simply tightened his grip around her.

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  • She pondered the idea numbly until it was replaced with the vision from her dream, the one where Taran killed her.

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  • Taran spent the night on the wall, fighting with the men who had treated him like a brother for a kingdom he wanted but would never have.

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  • Taran suppressed a grimace.

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  • Taran drew a deep breath and steeled himself against what confrontation was certain to await him.

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  • Taran lowered his eye-band at the bright light streaming through her windows.

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  • Taran moved closer to her, watching her clean and bandage her forearm with practiced efficiency.

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  • Taran sank into a squat beside her, studying her as she spoke.

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  • I cannot command an army, Taran.

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  • Taran listened, disturbed by her story.

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  • Taran touched her face before dropping his hand to hers.

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  • Taran dropped his knees to the floor.

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  • Though his eyes were closed against the light, Taran traced his fingers over her firm features, down her neck, shoulder, and to the bandaged arm.

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  • Taran leaned forward to give the woman a chaste kiss on her forehead before turning away.

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  • She didn't doubt Taran's ability to defend her kingdom - -if he ever got the chance.

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  • Taran needs tonight to repair our defenses.

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  • I freed Taran from the catacombs.

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  • Taran wouldn't take an oath to me, even after all I'd done for him.

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  • Taran felt anger bubble within him.

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  • Taran stilled his response as the older man bristled.

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  • Taran sighed and threw himself into a chair at one end of the table.

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  • Taran slapped him on the shoulder.

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  • Taran didn't expect the guard to understand, especially since he hadn't thought everything through yet.

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  • Taran closed the door, intent on returning to the book.

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  • Taran waved the grizzled man in and retreated to the bed, pulling the book free.

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  • Taran considered the old warrior, itching to return to the book.

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  • Taran watched the door close and then opened the book where he left off, determined to find a way to help Tiyan's warlord.

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  • Tell Taran, I will see him in two days' time.

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  • Taran closed the book.

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  • Taran closed the book again, disturbed.

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  • Taran threw himself onto his back in front of the fire, exhausted.

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  • Taran was quiet, pensive once again.

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  • At the frown on his face, Taran's stomach sank further.

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  • Taran sat up, his mind working quickly.

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  • We need to repair the walls, Taran said.

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  • Taran handed him the bladder.

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  • Taran's gaze returned to the barrel.

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  • Taran wrestled the barrel out and pried its top open.

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  • There's a place for you in all this, Taran.

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  • Sirian waited for him to speak, and Taran glared at the older man, unwilling to break the silent battle.

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  • Taran rose and drew a deep breath.

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  • Maybe, just maybe, Taran could drive the demon out of Rissa into Memon.

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  • Taran had spent half his life in this place with nothing but darkness and Jame, his friend.

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  • Most are no better than he is, but Taran was an innocent child when he came to me.

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  • Taran fought madness because he feared I wouldn't survive without him.

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  • She admired Taran's strength, yet she resented him, for he wasn't damned as she was.

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  • I cannot see what comes, but I know what kind of a man Taran is.

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  • The image of Taran crossed her mind, and she admired him more for his ability to survive such a place.

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  • As she drifted into sleep, she was both comforted and tormented by memories of Taran's touch.

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  • You ask much of me, Taran.

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  • Taran's gaze went to where the dark ocean met the sky in the distance.

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  • Taran said with no heat.

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  • I don't understand peace, Taran!

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  • My father killed my family as well, Taran, and you've never extended the hand to me that I did to you!

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  • Taran watched the tormented emotions crossing Vara's eyes.

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  • Taran had never known how selfish his own anger was.

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  • Taran took a deep breath, relieved.

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  • Taran looked at the ocean once more.

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  • Taran tossed his reins to the page that darted from the stables before jogging the narrow stairwell leading to the top of the walls.

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  • They walked to the tent, and her gaze settled on Taran, who awaited them in the shade of the tent with two of her advisors.

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  • Tiyan didn't need her or the demon, and neither would Taran.

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  • Taran bowed to Memon, whose dark chuckle was anything but assuring.

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  • Taran said nothing, and she held her tongue.

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  • Memon's smile faded, and he studied Taran.

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  • Vara stepped away, and Taran met her gaze at last.

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  • Taran lowered the bow, ignoring the stunned look on the faces of the wall guards on either side of him.

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  • Taran strode away, turmoil making his gut clench.

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  • Taran wiped the sweat from his brow and blew out a breath.

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  • Taran gazed into the inky black eyes, ignoring the urge to look as the creature slithered beneath the skin on Memon's neck.

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  • Whatever position you desire, my loyal Taran.

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  • Taran glanced at him.

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  • Taran is more of a son than you've ever been.

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  • Taran gave him a warning look, and the man took his place with his father's guard, silent.

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  • Memon faced him, and Taran met the dark gaze.

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  • Taran bit his tongue, wanting more than anything to refuse.

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  • Taran followed his gaze.

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  • Taran trailed him and his personal guard, answering questions dutifully.

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  • Taran left him for the dungeon, only to find Sirian was already gone.

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  • Hilden appeared among the servants, and Taran waved him over.

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  • Taran cursed and glanced around, catching sight of Sirian.

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  • Hilden bowed, and Taran turned to Memon.

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  • Taran, she'll die before the last of the light fades from the sky!

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  • Taran was silent, struck by the words.

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  • Taran watched him and rubbed the back of his neck, squinting at the lightened sky near the sunset.

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  • Taran returned to the great hall.

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  • Avoiding the possessed king, Taran took his place directing the great hall's activities.

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  • Taran glanced at Memon, who was frozen once again as he communicated silently with the demon.

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  • Taran crossed the chamber, fearful of what he'd see.

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  • Taran flinched, hands clenching and unclenching as he tried not to reach out to her, to grab her and run to the Springs.

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  • Taran's sharp gaze fell to Hilden, who was frowning.

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  • Memon looked up, and Taran forced himself to approach.

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  • Taran followed his quick pace toward the door, watching as the advisors rose from their seats at the tables to join their master.

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  • Taran kept his gaze steady, his heart pounding.

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  • Taran escaped before the madman changed his mind.

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  • Taran obeyed but didn't eat, his eyes darting around the great hall.

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  • Taran bit his tongue, wishing he'd paid more attention to his words and less to the memories.

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  • Taran waited on edge, fury and sorrow fresh within him.

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  • Taran ducked his head to prevent demon or madman from seeing the hatred in his eyes.

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  • Taran smiled tightly as the grizzled warrior bowed, recalling how much had changed since he first lay eyes on the man.

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  • Taran tore out of the great hall, followed closely by the madman, whose agitated demon swam visibly beneath his skin.

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  • Taran's skin crawled with the charge of magic in the confined chamber, and he watched Memon bend over Rissa.

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  • Taran's attention snapped to the man, and he withdrew the bow at this back.

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  • Taran shouted at Sirian.

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  • Taran drew the bow back and released the arrow, watching it pierce the unconscious woman's chest.

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  • Heart racing, Taran went.

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  • Hilden barked, all but tearing the bow from Taran's shoulder.

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  • Her broken body clenched in his arms, Taran staggered up the stairs and raced through the hold, shouting at people who got in his way.

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  • Taran held his gaze, and Vara nodded in deference before wheeling the horse toward the northern wall.

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  • Afraid of what he'd find, Taran strode to the center of the city.

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  • Taran tied the band around his eyes, as much to protect them from the sun as hide the tears in his eyes.

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  • Taran asked, looking around.

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  • Taran looked around again.

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  • Taran quickly assessed he was the prince despite his subdued appearance.

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  • Taran watched them for a long moment before reminding himself of his surroundings.

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  • You saved me, my Taran.

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  • Taran of Landis inched his way down the ancient tree, oblivious to the rough bark nipping at his moist skin.

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  • The son of the ruler of the kingdom of Landis had men enough yet came himself to visit whenever Taran was away more than a few days.

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  • Taran straightened the satchels strapped across his chest, his gaze returning to the walls of Tiyan.

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  • The woman fought him, and Taran struggled to stabilize himself, finally wrapping his arm around her neck and forcing her head against him.

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  • Battle lust made Taran eager for another fight, but he forced himself to calm, realizing he now had an entry into the heart of Tiyan.

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  • Taran had heard of Tiyan's magic whispered by more than the people of Landis.

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  • Taran breathed deeply of the sweet honey musk that made heat skitter across his blood.

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  • Taran closed and barred the door, facing the woman in time to see her enter the bathing chamber and close the door.

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  • Taran settled into a comfortable morning with the good-natured warriors of Tiyan.

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  • Taran doubted the people of Tiyan would spit on an elder like Jame as the people of Landis did.

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  • Taran resisted the urge to protect her as he might Jame from Landis warriors, reminding himself of what he felt in her presence earlier.

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  • Irritated at the rebuke, Taran prepared himself.

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  • Surprised, Taran resisted the urge to rest his chin atop her head, or nuzzle her cheek, or smell her hair.

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  • Taran, if you'll not take an oath to Landis or Tiyan, will you take an oath to me?

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  • I wanted Sirian to be wrong, but the attack today…I can't take that chance, Taran.

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  • The dreams of his betrayal were followed by the dreams of Tiyan's walls toppling and of her impending death at the hands of a man she knew was Taran.

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  • She felt the uneasy truce between the two parties in the ensuing silence, understood their hospitality toward Taran was dangerously tepid.

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  • Taran had heard the quiet rumors about Vara's growing independence and couldn't help but wonder if Vara would help him plot against his own father.

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  • Taran waited uneasily on the sweeping stairs of the ancient hold in the center of Tiyan.

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  • Bastion gave Taran a distasteful look before swiftly moving away.

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  • With neither of Tiyan's estranged leaders present, Taran's mind shifted to how he might exploit the situation.

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  • At the direct admission, Taran paused in his movement.

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  • Taran never expected Rissa to act against Sirian, or Tiyan to be divided by a civil war.

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  • Hilden was right about many things, among them the walls of Tiyan needed to remain if Taran hoped to claim the kingdom one day.

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  • Battle lust surged into his blood, and Taran darted forward with them.

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  • She wiped her face as she went, and she dwelled angrily on the second traitor within her walls, Taran.

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  • Taran, whose golden eyes made her blood heat and whose touch brought a warm tingle of anticipation to her body…it was ironic that the two men she loved in her life would betray her.

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  • She was unable to accept her fate - -her death and Taran's destiny as Tiyan's leader - - without the peace of knowing Tiyan was safe with Taran.

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  • Tell him I am the ruler of Tiyan, and he is invited to a feast in his honor in three days' time, Taran instructed.

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  • The warlord Taran invites you into Tiyan's walls in three days' time for a feast.

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  • Ready the army to accompany me to Tiyan, in case Taran seeks to betray me.

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  • Her death would save both her people and Taran, the man fated to rule Tiyan.

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  • Taran shivered at the mention, not wanting to imagine the strong warlord of Tiyan broken by the catacombs.

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  • The Landis prince struggled to control his raw emotion, his own soul as tormented as Taran's.

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  • Taran's gait slowed as he approached, dread sinking into his stomach.

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  • Taran watched Memon's men depart the great hall, leaving him alone with two of his personal guard.

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  • Taran cleared his throat before saying through gritted teeth, "There are animals and plants that dwell only in darkness, and an underwater river that almost drowned me when I found it."

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  • Taran snatched Rissa's bloodied body and backpedaled.

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  • With reluctance, Taran trotted away in the direction of the walls.

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  • Taran signaled the archers first, then watched as Tiyan's warriors melted from the meadow to the south side of the city.

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  • Taran's gaze went as often there as it did toward the Springs, but none of Landis's men challenged Vara to join the battle.

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  • Dismayed by the amount of fallen bodies wearing Tiyan's colors, Taran overlooked the messenger from the north the first time until he'd reached the walls.

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  • Taran stood over Memon's body, his gaze taking in the blood splattered in both cells.

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  • Taran in the meadow…arrows…red and black dancing across her eyelids…drowning…Hilden pulling her from the Springs…

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  • Taran would not be easy to defeat in battle, and Vara would help him protect Tiyan.

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  • Taran watched her, admiring but leery.

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  • Taran whistled and offered a hand.

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  • Taran released Rissa, and she hopped down, awaiting him.

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