Mistral\'sKiss

Laurell K. Hamilton: Meredith Gentry 05 Mistral's Kiss Mistral�s Kiss By Laurell K. Hamilton CHAPTER 1 I DREAMT OF WARM FLESH AND COOKIES. THE SEX I UNDERSTOOD, but the cookies�Why cookies? Why not cake, or meat? But that�s what my subconscious chose as I dreamt. We were eating in the tiny kitchen of myLos Angeles apartment�an apartment I didn�t live in anymore, outside of dreams.Thewe were me, Princess Meredith�the only faerie royal ever born on American soil�and my royal guards, more than a dozen of them. They moved around me with skin the color of darkest night, whitest snow, the pale of newborn leaves, the brown of leaves that have gone down to die on the forest floor, a rainbow of men moving nude around the kitchen. The real apartment kitchen would have barely held three of us, but in the dream everyone walked through that narrow space between sink and stove and cabinets as if there were all the room in the world. We were having cookies because we�d just had sex and it was hungry work, or something like that. The men moved around me graceful and perfectly nude. Several of the men were ones I�d never seen nude. Th......