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Paladin by SallySlater
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Sam is the most promising swordsman among this year’s crop of Paladin trainees...and knows it. Brash, cocky, and unbeatable with a sword (well, almost), Sam is the kingdom of Thule’s best hope against the violence wrought by demons. The only problem is that Sam is really Lady Samantha, daughter of the seventeenth Duke of Haywood, and if her father has his way, she’ll be marrying a Paladin, not becoming one. But Sam has never held much interest in playing damsel-in-distress, and so she rescues herself from a lifetime of boredom and matrimonial drudgery. Pity that Tristan Lyons, the Paladin assigned to train her, is none other than the hero of her childhood. He hasn’t recognized her as Lady Samantha--yet-- but if he does, he’ll take away her sword and send her packing. Sam is not the only trainee hiding secrets: Braeden is a half-demon with a dark past that might be unforgivable. Sam, Braeden and Tristan set out for the western coast, charged with rooting out an infestation of demons that has made the West unlivable. As they travel, they uncover a deep-seated corruption of power that threatens to derail everything they stand for. Rebellion stirs, led by a rival faction of warriors who tempt Sam to join them with an irresistible offer. A war between men is coming, and Sam must pick a side. Will saving the kingdom cost her life -- or just her heart? Reminiscent of Mulan, but with a medieval fantasy twist, Paladin is a tale of adventure, action, and romance.
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Jeg går bort til dem, forbi elever som stirrer på meg uten å bry seg med å skjule det, og når jeg kommer frem til dem, prikker jeg gutten nærmest meg på skulderen. Det svarte håret hans beveger seg lett over pannen i det han snur seg, hvert enkelt hårstrå på rett plass, og i det øynene hans møter mine, ser jeg noe gli over dem. Han vet hva jeg er, akkurat som jeg umiddelbart ser hva han er. Øynene hans ville vært helt svarte om det ikke hadde vært for den røde sirkelen rundt pupillen, og det er det som viser meg at han ikke er menneskelig. Det og ondskapen som stråler ut av han.