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“Have you ever known there was something you needed to do, but found yourself dreading it with everything you were?" "Once or twice," he said. "What did you do?" Runach looked at her steadily. "I did what needed to be done." "Was the price steep?" "Very." Aisling clutched her own bow, wishing her task was nothing more than learning to place an arrow where she wanted it to land. "Did you ever want to run?" She whispered. He smiled, but it was a pained smile. "I'm not sure I want to answer that." "Do you think Heroes ever want to run...?" "Only if they come from Neroche." She blinked, then smiled.”

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Lynn Kurland is a renowned American author known for her romance novels. Her works are typically set in historical settings and blend romance, suspense, and fantasy elements, enjoying great popularity among readers. more

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Book:Lady Be Bad
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