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A Caress of Twilight [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Fiction)
  • Author:  Hamilton, Laurell K.
  • Author:  Hamilton, Laurell K.
  • ISBN-10:  0345423429
  • ISBN-10:  0345423429
  • ISBN-13:  9780345423429
  • ISBN-13:  9780345423429
  • Publisher:  Fawcett
  • Publisher:  Fawcett
  • Pages:  368
  • Pages:  368
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-May-2003
  • Pub Date:  01-May-2003
  • SKU:  0345423429-11-SPLV
  • SKU:  0345423429-11-SPLV
  • Item ID: 100041422
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“I am Princess Meredith, heir to a throne—if I can stay alive long enough to claim it.”

After eluding relentless assassination attempts by Prince Cel, her cousin and rival for the Faerie crown, Meredith Gentry, Los Angeles private eye, has a whole new set of problems. To become queen, she must bear a child before Cel can father one of his own. But havoc lies on the horizon: people are dying in mysterious, frightening ways, and suddenly the very existence of the place known as Faerie is at grave risk. So now, while she enjoys the greatest pleasures of her life attempting to conceive a baby with the warriors of her royal guard, she must fend off an ancient evil that could destroy the very fabric of reality. And that’s just her day job. . . .Laurell K. Hamiltonis theNew York Timesbestselling author of the first novel starring Meredith Gentry,A Kiss of Shadows, and nine acclaimed Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter novels. She lives in St. Louis, Missouri.

Visit her official Web site at www.laurellkhamilton.com.Moonlight silvered the room, painting the bed in a hundred shades of grey, white, and black. The two men in the bed were deeply asleep. So deeply that when I’d crawled out from between them, they’d barely stirred. My skin glowed white with the kiss of moonlight. The pure bloodred of my hair looked black. I’d pulled on a silk robe, because it was chilly. People can talk about sunny California, but in the wee hours of the night, when dawn is but a distant dream, it’s still chilly. The night that fell like a soft blessing through my window was a December night. If I’d been home in Illinois, there would have been the smell of snow, crisp enough, almost, to melt along the tongue. Cold enough to sear the lungs. So cold it was like breathing icy fire. That was the way air was supposed to taste in early December. The breeze crawling through the window at my back held the dry tals%

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