The Miracle Luna: The Butcher King's Only Cure

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buried under canvas and broken beams. A low groan drifted from the

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he stone with enough force to send sparks flying. The rider sat rigid in his black plate

mise torn and filthy. She looked toward the wreckage where Cheyenne lay,

a. "You cursed us! I hope your grandfather chokes to death on his o

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ce to his stirrup, reached up, and yanked the long silver

ked, his voice muffled

silver blade settling perfectly into my two-handed grip. I

ling backward onto her

. The razor-sharp edge caught the ties of Cheyenne's fur mantle, shreddin

uttered to the ston

silver rested against the hollow of

ispered, every word sharp enough to d

lled back in terror, tears cutting clea

eel drawing from leather h

is combat dagger raised to strike my shoulder

sword pointed at Cristina while angling

roke from inside the b

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n undercurrent of raw power that seemed

arm. Without a second's hesitation, he dropped his weapon to his si

r dropped from their mounts, hitting the dirt o

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feet. I didn't

. The dark ironwood smelled faintly of win

n the shadows of the carriage window, pu