But sometimes, once in a while, there’s a line I think could turn into something …” “The man who waits for ‘someday’ waits all his life …” She swirled her straw lazily, her nails lacquered red. Rashly, he said, “I might like to be a writer. Husani felt tipsy, as if he’d been drinking much more than mango juice. “I’m glad you know that poetry ought to be heard, not read.” Now her smile was both warm and approving. Writers were the source of everything he loved best. She might as well have said she was the goddess Isis. He hadn’t realized he was even holding a book anymore. Husani was dying to reply with something brilliant but his brain had emptied out like a sieve. She said it like a secret, like they might be the only two who’d ever read it. Her velvety eyes slid over the spine of his book. He’d love to tell her just about anything but never would have had the guts if she hadn’t turned and looked right at him. Husani wanted to tell the woman she’d gotten the only free drink he’d ever heard of out of Monto. He could feel every shift in the air.Įven Monto, who’d been serving drinks at the hotel for thirty years, couldn’t help staring. The little hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Her voice was lower than he expected and sounded close, right in his ear almost. She asked the bartender for a gin and tonic. Husani could imagine her making shapes with them like a belly dancer. Her hands looked smooth and soft as cream. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Her eyes met his as she slipped onto the stool.

With all the empty chairs, she could easily have taken a seat by the window overlooking the fountains.

She took a seat at the bar, just three down from Husani. Her glossy dark hair hung loose underneath, black as an Egyptian’s though her skin was fair. She wore embroidered slippers and silk trousers with a head wrap of the same material.

It was something in the way she moved, gliding above the corner of his page like she was underwater and everyone else in dry air. While her power grows in secret, boosted by forbidden contact with Damien, Anastasia makes a mistake with terrible consequences.įate grants her a single chance to set it right… but saving what she lost may cost everything she loves.Īll sorts of beautiful and stylish people frequented the Gezirah, yet this girl yanked his head around like she’d hooked a finger in his mouth and pulled. Until she collides with a young Cossack rebel, changing both their lives forever.ĭamien is taken from everything he knows and raised as a ward of the Romanovs.Īnastasia develops a strange kind of magic shared only by the Black Monk Rasputin. Anastasia is the princess no one needs: the fourth daughter born to an emperor without a son, and the only royal lacking a magical gift.

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