A Lick of Frost [antikvár]

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You also know my circumstances; to be crowned queen, I must first continue the royal bloodline, and give birth to an heir of my own. And if I fail? Then my aunt, Queen Andais, will be free to do what she most desires: to place her twisted son, Cel, upon the throne of Faerie . . . and kill me. I am surrounded by loyal guards, and my best loved – my Darkness and my Killing Frost – are sworn to protect me and to make love to me. Yet for all our eager carnal efforts, I remain childless . . . while the machinations of my sinister, sadistic Queen and her confederates remain tireless. So my bodyguards and I, hoping to outrun the gathering shadows of court intrigue, have slipped back into Los Angeles. But it seems exile is not enough to escape those with dark designs upon us.