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Heart of Atlantis. Warriors of Poseidon. Alicia Day
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Alaric, the high priest of Poseidon sworn Quinn, his beloved woman komandirshe Resistance to save her friend Jack before he loses all his humanity. If Alaric will be able to fulfill his promise, he will face the threat of losing Quinn - in fact in love with her he saved a man ...
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An excerpt from the book:
- We are in my dimension now, Quinn, where you can not play games with me, because there are no rules, except mine. - He grabbed her by the arm one recently handed out to the ends of the claws and pulled her down the narrow road between the two crumbled in disarray stone columns. - Is not this what you imagined when you're dreaming of a house with a white picket fence?
He leered at her and laughed, but his teeth are changed and become more acute, and his face distorted immediately in front of her. If she ever doubted his claim to be a family demon, she did more.
- You know nothing about my dreams, priyatel.- She reached deep inside himself where the light magic Alaric and battered but not broken ground her own courage, was still burning. She pretended to agree to a despicable monster before. It can do it again, until it reaches its target. She was so convincing that she deserved a fucking Academic Award.
- You have no idea what this is going to be a happy day - Ptolemy said, pulling her. His laughter grew more shrill until it seemed nothing like a man, but it was not the worst part of it. Not at all. The worst part was twisted, gray and orange creatures that began to crawl out of the rubble, and after them. They did not have recognizable limbs or appendages at all. Mostly all they had was teeth. Lots and lots of teeth.
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