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The Sanctuary Series

Hi, my name is Nikita Slater and I'm the International Bestselling author of The Queens series, Fire & Vice series, The Sanctuary series, Driven Hearts series and several standalone novels. I've loved the written word my entire life and am an avid reader, as well as a writer. I live, eat and breathe books and I'm always working on something new! ​ I live on the beautiful Canadian prairies with my son and crazy awesome dog. I have an unholy affinity for books (especially dark romance), wine, pets and anything chocolate. Despite some of the darker themes in my books (which are pure fun and fantasy), I am a staunch feminist and advocate of equal rights for all races, genders and non-gender specific persons. When I'm not writing, dreaming about writing or talking about writing, I love to help others discover a love of reading and writing through literacy and social work. Only the strongest can survive in a hostile world ravaged by a disease that turns humans into primitives. She is the Desert Wren, a rebel bent on providing safe passage to illegal refugees entering into her Sanctuary city. If she’s caught she’ll be executed, but the price is worth the privilege of doing what she knows is right. Except when she’s finally caught, the sentence isn’t death, it’s her freedom. It’s the Warlord’s job to weed out the weak and sacrifice them for the good of the Sanctuary. Brutal and autocratic, he is the highest authority. The only threat to his dictatorship is a rebel faction rising up from the slums of his city. When he arrests a rebel leader, the Desert Wren, he sees his redemption. She will help him guide Sanctuary into the future. He just needs to convince his little captive that she’s better off with him than flying free. What is the price of Sanctuary in a dying world and is it worth the sacrifice?

2019-11-25 · ไซไฟ
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154 Chs

Chapter 57: Diogo

Exhaustion beats at me, seeping through every part of me. I've spent the night with my soldiers, checking on the wall rebuild and sitting in on interrogations. The work is endless in the wake of an attack that could bring our city down if not dealt with properly. By the time I return home, I'm satisfied that we won't fall if I take a few hours for myself.

The need to set eyes on my wife has been riding me strong throughout every interaction. I almost wished I'd brought her with me, but she needed the calm and rest only our home can provide.

I do a quick search of the apartment on my return, but don't find her or her guard. I take the stairs up to the rooftop three at a time, throwing the door open when I reach the top. Though I don't immediately see her, I'm relieved to find her guard.

"Truss," I snap, still searching for her sleight figure. "Report."

He jerks his chin toward the greenhouse. "She woke up an hour ago, had something to eat and went to work in the shed."