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1 " Ciara had shed her boots and thrown herself down on the bed, letting out a quiet moan. The noise, along with the sight of her in the dim light sent his thoughts down a path he’d forced himself not to think on since they’d been running for their lives. “Spirits,” she sighed. “A real bed.”He let out a low chuckle, walking around to the other side of the bed and sitting on the edge so that he could take off him own boots. “Well, if I’d known you’d be this easy to please…”She threw a pillow at him, her laughter flooding his chest with warmth. He’d missed this part of them and he desperately wanted it back, even if it was only for one night. "
― Hannah E. Carey , The Ascendant: Tales of Pern Coen
2 " How long until they return?” Bleddyn asked, his gruff voice drawing Fiadh out of her thoughts. She cast him a sidelong glance, narrowing her eyes. Hours ago, she had sent out two of her birds to scout ahead of them, and Bleddyn had been impatiently awaiting their return ever since. Cigfran’s power was changing him, making him more temperamental and volatile than he has ever been before. His weak mortal blood could not withstand such power without breaking. "
3 " Niall had felt an urge from the Spirits that they needed to keep moving. Not only had it been present in his visions, but he had felt it in the air, the water, and the earth. He heard it in the whispers of the breeze, and the murmurs of the river, telling him that Cigfran’s spies searched for them even now. "
