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“Anaya inhaled the rich scent of soil, along with the sharp, citric smell of thriving vegetation and the sweetness of fresh dew. Her eyes drifted shut and she pricked up her ears, the gushing sound of the nearby waterfalls enveloping her.”

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The Watchmaker's Doctor

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“They gobbled the shrimp dumplings. From the first time they’d seen the sheer size of the meat through the translucent wrapper, they’d taken vows to be regulars. The pork sui mai was the next to be devoured. They savored in silence, except for the slurping of the stir-fried clams in black-bean sauce.”

“His stance, with hands tucked into blue jeans, held nothing casual about it. More than powerful, he seemed menacing, even. He turned to her with an arched brow, like a being from Olympus, curious about a mere mortal’s next move. Currents of fear sped up and down her spine, futilely searching for a place to cower.”

“Besnik, tash dij diçka, që shumëkush nuk e din. Na jemi fajtorë që femnat janë ma t'ulta në sytë tanë. Tash e dij... ato qenkan si mashkujt, bile po mundkan me qenë ma burrnesha se shumë mashkuj, që e quejnë veten burra. Ti je dëshmi e gjallë. Prandaj, Besnik, mos hesht! Mos mshel gojën! Thueju të gjithëve! Thueju të gjithëve se nderi i femnës nuk mbahet me çarrshafa e peçe!”