![]() ![]() Sometimes she forgot, though, and had to be reminded. ![]() Bianka was the prettiest girl in the entire world. “Of course.” Kaia didn’t even have to look around to confirm that fact. “Kaia?” her sister said, her tone curious. Such as: never fall asleep where humans could find you, never reveal a weakness to anyone and, most importantly, never thieve a single morsel of food from one of your own race, even if you hated her. Her kind didn’t live by many rules, but the ones they had, they revered. No, she’d just have to remain semi-hungry. Maybe she’d appropriate a biscuit from a member of a rival clan, she mused, then shook her head. So Kaia’s breakfast had been a meager affair: a stale rice cake and half a flagon of water, both of which she’d pilfered from a human’s saddle. If they ate anything else, they sickened horribly. The scents of filched biscuits and honey coated the air, making her mouth water.įorever cursed by the gods, Harpies could only eat what they stole or earned. Tents of every size littered the area, and multiple fires crackled to ward off the early-morning chill. With the morning sun shining brightly, Kaia strolled through the overcrowded camp hand in hand with her beloved twin sister, Bianka. ![]() FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER, the bi-century Harpy Games ended with more participants dead than alive, and every single one of the survivors knew fourteen-year-old Kaia Skyhawk was to blame. ![]()
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