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Roshani Chokshi

Roshani Chokshi comes from a small town in Georgia where she developed a Southern accent but does not use it unless under duress. She grew up in a blue house with a perpetually napping bear-dog. At Emory University, she dabbled in journalism, attended some classes in pajamas, forgot to buy winter boots, and majored in fourteenth-century British literature. She spent a year after graduation working, traveling and writing. After that, she started law school at the University of Georgia where she's learning a new kind of storytelling. You can visit her online at www.roshanichokshi.com.

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Tabiцитирует3 дня назад
“You hid me in a minotaur? Why couldn’t Tristan make a hiding dimension in a handsome Greek god?”

“His affinity is for liquid matter. Stone is difficult for him,” said Séverin, pocketing the knife. “So it was either the minotaur or an Etruscan vase decorated with bull testicles.”

Enrique shuddered. “Honestly. Who looks at a vase covered in bull testicles and says, ‘You. I must have you.’?”

“The bored, the rich, and the enigmatic.”

Enrique sighed. “All my life aspirations.”
Tabiцитирует3 дня назад
“Are you breathing?” whispered Enrique. “I’m definitely not.”

“Not helping,” growled Séverin.

Now he was up to his elbow. The bear was rigid. It didn’t even blink.
Tabiцитирует3 дня назад
A party invitation sounded like a poor consolation prize for getting knocked unconscious, but this was different
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