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PUBLISHING HISTORY Bantam hardcover edition published October 1997 Bantam paperback edition / August 1998Īll rights reserved. This edition contains the complete text of the original hardcover edition. They ran through him, rousing a wildness he had long thought broken to his will…īantam Books New York Toronto London Sydney Auckland She tasted like a woman, every woman, all women, a rich mélange of flavors he couldn't begin to absorb. He couldn't have delivered that even if he were pure of heart, for when his mouth touched hers, instinct usurped reason. Their lips met, hers sweetly, innocently closed, expecting the blessing of a saint. "To welcome me into paradise?" She was not very strong, yet somehow was strong enough to have her way, drawing him ever closer. "A kiss of peace, sweet prince?" she asked. Before he could assure her that he was not, he felt her fingers tangle in his hair and exert gentle pressure, pulling him down. Silly chit, Dain thought, to mistake him for something even half so pure and noble as a prince of the faerie folk. "Sweet prince of thetylwyth teg," she whispered. His was the kind of strange beauty no mortal man embodied and no mortal woman could resist. How did one awaken into death? And who would choose not to be awake when Death's messenger was so achingly beautiful? She would not have expected glittering black eyes from a faerie prince, yet his eyes were darker and brighter than a night full of the moon and stars, an onyx color to match the sleek, flowing length of hair that framed his face, streamed down his chest, and pooled on her breasts in a loose, silky confluence. THE CHALICE AND THE BLADE Celtic Saga 1 By Glenna McReynoldsĪwake? Ceridwen thought hazily.