Title: Naamah's Kiss. Author: Jacqueline Carey. Genre: Fantasy. Publisher: Grand Central Publishing/ Gollancz Publication Date: June NAAMAH'S KISS CHAPTER ONE. I was born to the Maghuin Dhonn. We are the folk of the Brown Bear and the oldest magic in Alba runs in our. Title: Naamah's Kiss. Author: Jacqueline Carey. Genre: Fantasy. Publisher: Grand Central Publishing Publication Date: June 24,
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A glimpse of gentle twilight fled, replaced by bright, hearty sunlight.
It made me squint. I saw the air sparkle about you. You would have been concealed from any gaze not already upon you.
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It was as straight and black as her own, but much finer. The gifts of the Maghuin Dhonn are not always given to each of us.
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It was his scent that awoke me, a hard, clean scent like fresh-chipped granite and pine, with a musky undertone. Lying in my snug nest of jacqueline carey naamahs kiss in our cozy cave, I opened my eyes to see my mother rise and go to greet the shadowy figure beyond the threshhold.
A child of the Maghuin Dhonn. Let her be one for as long as she may.
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I would be content if nothing more came of it. Mayhap it was his milky-white skin and green, green eyes that drew you? Something stirred beneath her voice, a current of something dark and rich and heady.
She glanced over her shoulder at me. I closed my eyes and feigned sleep. She went with him.
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My mother had left me alone before, and I knew better than to mewl for her return. But I felt strange. I called on my diadh-anam, the spirit-spark of the Great Bear Herself that dwells in all Her children.
A sense of terrible beauty and piercing desire; though jacqueline carey naamahs kiss what, I could not have said. A sense of lips pressed to my brow in a kiss.
Words filtered through my thoughts, fond, gentle and amused. Not for many years.
The fluttering feeling went away. My mother was in good spirits. When we returned to our cave, there was an offering. She plucked one from the basket and passed it to me. See how perfect it is.
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