The descent of Sierra Blackwood from the stone rampart was not the desperate flight of a helpless maiden; it was the arrival of an immortal sovereign of the wild. As her boots struck the churned snow, the air temperature in the canyon seemed to rise ten degrees. A blinding halo of violet and rose light erupted from the crescent birthmark at the base of her throat, wrapping around her slender…
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