Taste Of Darkness (An Avry Of Kazan Novel - Book 3) - Plot & Excerpts
Concentrating, he encouraged the bushes to thicken around the five smugglers’ legs, impeding their forward motion so the vines had time to wind around their ankles. Because it was the middle of autumn, he needed to use his magic to spur the sluggish vegetation. “What the...” Jack swore. “The vines!” Princess dropped her barrel and yanked her sword out. Kerrick increased his efforts, hoping to trap them before they could cut the vines. “Just calm down,” Sylas said. But his companions ignored him. Dumping the barrels, they thrashed and swung their swords. “Death Lily,” the third man cried out. “Has to be—” “Not possible,” Sylas said. “You lying sack of— Eep.” A vine twisted around the other lady’s sword arm. They fought and struggled, but the vines soon ensnared them.
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