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Zustand: Hervorragend. Zustand: Hervorragend | Seiten: 492 | Sprache: Englisch | Produktart: Bücher | "I never expected that a Red-Blood could be so loyal.to follow one of these water damned abominations to their death." The icy harsh voice mocked. The bitter laughter made his blood boil. But what could he do? He stared, horrified, as she was suddenly loomed over by him. She looked so small in his shadow, helpless, as powerless as he felt. The Hunter tore her Lifestone from her, a conquering grin on his face. He lifted his leg, bringing it down on her wounded abdomen, causing her to cry out in pain and throwing her another pace away. She shook once, and lay motionless, the ever growing black void around her sapping what little strength she had.
Zustand: Hervorragend. Zustand: Hervorragend | Seiten: 450 | Sprache: Englisch | Produktart: Bücher | "You want to talk about not knowing yourself? Try to blame it on shape shifting? Are we really the first freaking teenagers to feel that way? Do you think that being a Protector makes you weak to admit it? Why? Why is it so bad to admit it? You are fighting for who you are, but if you buy into the lie that you're fighting alone then - then you're the one hurting yourself!" The silence was as quick as her anger. She had raised her face, holding it tightly shut against any expression until the end, when whatever control over the rise of her voice had shattered. She looked scared. Not of me, but of what she'd said. She stared at me, nearly panting, waiting to see what I would do, if I'd fall into the bed she'd pushed me back against, or if I'd fight back. But it wouldn't be her I'd be fighting. I could shift out. I could disappear. That would have been easiest.