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known, of course, nor did Marzina. But the son she and Kaliq shared knew of his half brother. Lara was glad that Dillon ruled the kingdom of Belmair, that bright distant star that shone down on the world of Hetar.
    She need only worry about her youngest child, her daughter Marzina.
    Kolgrim's father had forced his seed upon Lara while she was visiting the Dream Plain. For this outrage he had been imprisoned for all eternity in a windowless dungeon deep within his own castle. No one knew he was there now except his successor--who had entrapped his twin brother with their father--Lara, Kaliq and several other members of the magical community. Lara had been pregnant at the time with Magnus Hauk's son.
    When Lara birthed twins, a son and a daughter, her mother had remarked how like a faerie ancestress the infant girl looked. Marzina was pale of skin, with black hair and eyes that eventually became the color of violets, while her brother was a golden child like their father, and his older sister, Zagiri. Everyone had accepted the word of the Queen of the Forest Faeries, and nothing was ever thought of how different Marzina looked from all of her other siblings. And Lara had never told her daughter the truth of her birth.
    "What wickedness is he now up to," Lara wondered aloud. "Has he not enough to do ruling his own turbulent kingdom? Certainly Ciarda gave him his son, and he is kept busy teaching the little devil all manner of wickedness."
    "Ciarda failed. She was not the chosen bride," Kaliq said. "He killed her."
    " What? Why did you not tell me, Kaliq?" Lara wanted to know.
    "I did not consider it important," he replied.
    "Oh, but it is! It is very important," Lara exclaimed. "Kolgrim is preparing to take his chosen bride, my love. That is the change I have felt. He has consulted the Book of Rule and learned where to find the girl. If we can find her first, prevent him from mating with her, there will be no new Twilight Lord. We can defeat the darkness for good! If I had known that Ciarda was dead, I should have thought of this sooner."
    "We cannot defeat the darkness entirely," Kaliq said. "There must always be a balance between the light and the dark, Lara."
    "Why?" she asked.
    "Because there has always been a balance," he replied.
    "That is not an answer, my lord. Would not a world without avarice and cruelty be good? A world whose inhabitants actually cared for each other rather than were jealous of one another, and sought to do harm to each other."
    "Mortals have not yet reached that strata, nor have those of us in the magic kingdoms, though we are much further along," Kaliq said. "If there were no temptations, no reasons for striving or improvement, what would be the point of it all, Lara? Even the magical kingdoms must have a balance of dark and light."
    "Are you saying we shouldn't prevent Kolgrim from siring a son?" she asked him.
    "Your son has kept the peace for more than a century, Lara, and yet do you see an improvement in either Hetar or Terah?" Kaliq queried cleverly. "Have the mortals inhabiting those kingdoms grown kinder or more thoughtful of each other?"
    Lara shook her head in the negative. "I despair," she said.
    He laughed, wrapping an arm about her. "You are too serious, my love," Kaliq told her, and then he pulled her close, his mouth taking hers in a soft and sensuous kiss. He smiled against her lips as his kiss drew the tension from her body, and with a sigh she relaxed against him. Pressing her back against the colorful pillows the Shadow Prince undid the row of tiny pearl buttons that held her caftan closed. His lips wandered down her slender pale throat to bury themselves in the valley between her breasts. His tongue plunged between the twin orbs, licking slowly as he inhaled the fragrance of freesia, which she now favored. He adored her. He always had.
    Lara actually purred with delight as he began to make love to her. She had not been with him in several months, and she could not now remember why