#ardalan

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A little SGCh. tamsin litter I bred between two of my dogz: SGCh. Zan's Radiant Energy X SGCh. Sz's Golden Opportunity

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Now I've made plenty of ocs that share similar roles to each other and replaced others because a new character concept became more interesting, or a new class idea felt more fun to play.

But what does it mean that I've made four Direnni spy characters

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An hour later. the moon reflected its light on the Tigris as well. The sun, the moon, and Fatima. What else could I ask for?

Ahmad Ardalan, Baghdad: The Final Gathering

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HERMIONE CORFIELD as Siobhán ARDALAN ESMAILI as Omid SEA FEVER (2019) dir. Neasa Hardiman

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Codename: Annika

Codename: Annika (Serie 2023) #ArdalanEsmaili #EvaMelander #HelenaBergström #PekkaStrang #ClarisseLhoniBotte #CharlesMartins Mehr auf:

SerieJahr: 2023- (September) Genre: Krimi / Drama Hauptrollen: Ardalan Esmaili, Eva Melander, Helena Bergström, Pekka Strang, Clarisse Lhoni-Botte, Charles Martins … Serienbeschreibung: Die Geschichte dreht sich um die finnische Kunstfälschungs-ermittlerin Emma, die undercover in ein Auktionshaus in Stockholm eingeschleust wird, um die Verbindungen dieses Unternehmens zu einem berüchtigten…

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Para ver com muito esforço no streaming: um terror tão bom para dormir como você nunca viu!

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Book Review: Eleventh Cycle (Mistland #1) - Kian N. Ardalan

Hello! Today I am sharing my review for Eleventh Cycle by Kian Ardalan, the first book in the Mistland series. This was a book that I really wanted to love, but as you will see from the length (and I apologise…I think this is my longest review to date) that didn’t happen. There is so much potential in this book, and it has some of the most spectacular worldbuilding, but it turned out not to be…

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Eleventh Cycle ( Mistland #1) By Kian N. Ardalan | AUTHOR INTERVIEW | Escapist Book Tours

TITLE : Eleventh Cycle (Mistland #1) AUTHOR :  Kian N. Ardalan GENRE :  Dark Fantasy/Grimdark INTENTED AGE GROUP :  Adult Pages: 802 DATE OF PUBLISHING : February 3, 2023 PUBLISHER : Self Published Welcome to my tour stop for Eleventh Cycle (Mistland #1) by Kian N. Ardalan, hosted by Escapist Book Tours. I am so grateful to be part of The Escapist Book Tours and for getting the chance to…

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Event: @st1mmywimmy 300 Event Day 6

Themes: Wet cats, cats, water

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Worlds apart-4 —ACOTAR x TOG AU

Part four | warnings: fluff? Hollin, angst | Azriel x Celaena Sardothien

Summary; Pain and suffering one after the other, Azriel decides that maybe he’s not meant for this world, but maybe he is meant for another…

Note: this is an AU it’s not in the books.

Masterlist / Series Masterlist

Celaena’s POV

She groaned as she trudged up the stairs to her room, her client was not very eager to leave this world apparently, slicing her along her forearm for the blow she dealt him to the ribs, Celaena should probably be more worried about the trail of blood and dirt she was leaving behind but she didn’t entirely care. All she wanted was to have a nice long bath and a good hard sleep.

She was still longing for those things when she nearly bumped into Hollin, seriously? She did not want to deal with the prince-turned brat right now, the boy glared at her—crossing his arms and started pouting, “watch where you are going, I can get you executed you maid!” He hissed. Maid? That was insulting.

Celaena put her hands on her hips and looked down and the prince, giving the dirtiest look she could muster, no one glared at the queen of glaring! Not even the prince of Ardalan. Royalty or not.

The staring contest lasted five minutes before Hollin looked like he was about to burst into tears and ran off, Celaena cackled as she revelled in victory, the joy only lasted so long as her arm stung with pain once more, reminding her that she was bleeding. Couldn’t her blood just stay in her body? How dare it have the audacity to think it could leave her.

She’d barely gotten through her bedroom door when Azriel’s head perked up, one of her books in one hand while the other scratched Fleetfoot’s head, glasses resting on the bridge of his nose—where had he gotten glasses? She didn’t own a pair? And why was he so damn cute with them on? What the hell—Cute?—Celaena shook her head, attempting to make those…weird…thoughts disappear. She hadn’t found a man even remotely attractive since Sam…let alone a Fae male. She technically should’ve killed him by now, not healed and cared for him, he was her enemy. And yet. He was so damn cute.

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“So we are in Ardalan?” Azriel asked, she sighed, how many more questions would she have to answer? “Yes, Azriel, we are in Ardalan and we are in the capital, Rifthold,” she answered, he just frowned. Watching her bandage her arm. Making sure it wasn’t tight enough to cut off circulation, Celaena got up from where she was sitting on the ledge of the bath wincing as her knees shook, she wasn’t even twenty and yet her body was already damaged, she could thank Arobynn for that.

Finding that the male was no longer in the bathing chamber with her, she ran a hot bath and soaked in the deliciously warm water until her fingers turned pruny and the water could barely be considered lukewarm, wrapping a towel around herself, she walked out of the bathroom and into her bedroom. Barely remembering Azriel was there. Celaena heard his breath hitch as she walked to her dresser, she didn’t dare look at him, grabbing her nightgown and changing in her wardrobe.

The sun had gone down by the time Celaena got into bed, Azriel was already asleep, Fleetfoot tucked into his side with one of her geography books still in his hand—why she had that book, she’d never know,—a quick breath of air had the lone candle flickering and sputtering. The room turning pitch black. And with that, Celaena laid down her head on her pillow and tried to go to sleep.

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Azriel’s POV

He listened to her breathing turn slower and fall into an even rhythm, Azriel couldn’t sleep, not with the picture of her walking out of the bathroom, in nothing but a towel swarming his mind, how was he supposed to sleep when all he could think about was her beautiful form, he felt Fleetfoot jump off the bed, clearly sick of the no affection that she was receiving, he had never been an animal person but he had grown rather attached to the huffing and puffing of the golden dog. It seemed she took after her mother.

He was finally starting to relax when he heard her take in a sharp breath and wince, grabbing onto her pillow tightly, Celaena buried her face into the pillow, even though he couldn’t see half her face. He could still clearly see the tears running down her fare skin. Her mouth frowning deeply, she must be having a nightmare, there was nothing Azriel could do to stop it—all he could do was watch, it killed him, he knew what it was like to have a nightmare and know no one could or would help you, he had spent most his life that way.

In an attempt to soothe her he started rubbing circles over her back. That seemed to work a bit. But not enough, more tears ran down her face and she grabbed onto her pillow even harder.

“Hey” he whispered in some attempt to wake her up, she didn’t, he didn’t know what else to do so he shuffled closer to her and pulled her into an awkward hug, she immediately grabbed his shirt and put her head in his neck, calming instantly. He was surprised that actually worked. He didn’t exactly have much experience In soothing people.

Azriel and Celaena stayed like that for the rest of the night, holding onto eachother, neither one of them had a nightmare for the rest of the night. It seemed they had more in common than he’d thought.

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Celaena’s POV

The sunlight coming through the curtains made her hiss, it was too early, groaning, she held her pillow closer until its scent filled her lungs completely, she slept for another twenty minutes before she realised—was her pillow breathing? The hell?

Celaena braved the sunlight and opened her eyes, immediately coming face to face with a sleeping Azriel, what in Mala’s name had they done? And why didn’t she remember it? Oh fuck, she’d slept with him!

She flew out of bed slamming into the bedside table and causing the candle to fall to the floor, thank the gods it wasn’t alight, poor Azriel looked as startled as she was, actually no! Not poor Azriel! He had probably drugged or seduced her! confusion covered his face, maybe she hasn’t bedded him? Maybe she was being a little dramatic… His clothes were still on and she was pretty sure she was still dressed as well…

Then why were they so close together? He was probably touch-starved, yeah, that’s it, touch-starved. Weirdo.

The End.

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—   𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒 :  𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑨𝑺𝑺𝑨𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑵'𝑺 𝑩𝑳𝑨𝑫𝑬.

Now that Sam was dead, there wasn’t anything left outside of the dungeons worth fighting for, anyway. Not when Adarlan’s Assassin was crumbling apart, and her world with her. The girl who’d taken on a Pirate Lord and his entire island, the girl who’d stolen Asterion horses and raced along the beach in the Red Desert, the girl who’d sat on her own rooftop, watching the sun rise over the Avery, the girl who’d felt alive with possibility … that girl was gone.

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Villa Aram

Located in Ngaparou

Designed by Cyrus Ardalan✨

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SEA FEVER (2019) dir. Neasa Hardiman

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Something that I've seen a lot in Sjm's books is that all the fathers are dead. Now, I've only read Acotar and a few pieces of information from ToG, but it's always the same with fathers in her books...

Feyre's dad does nothing for his family. He doesn't try to help them. He's crippled, but he could have still done something. He could have at least tried.

Rhysand's dad also seems horrible. Tamlin's father is the same. Azriel's also. Cassian's... does he even know who his father is (I can't remember). Beron is dreadful. Keir is the same. Helion... he doesn't even know he has a kid, and he's... well, acting like a teenager. Who else do we have? All those Ilyrian fathers who do nothing to prevent someone from clipping their daughters' wings.

Also, Rhysand as a father... Yeah, he might be the worst of all of those.

From what I've read from ToG about fathers. Caelena's (Aelin's (I read a bit too much) dad is dead. The king of Ardalan (I got it wrong, didn't I?) is... long dead? Lysandra's dad is... dead? Out of the picture? (Don't get me started on her mom). Elide's dad is dead. Aelin's father figure (the assassin whose name I just can't remember) also seems horrible. Lorcan... wasn't he left on the street? Chaol's dad threw his kid out from his house. I can't remember anyone else I've read about.

(Sorry if I got something wrong, I haven't read ToG, I just searched to see if it was only Acotar fathers.)

Now, why is there simply no loving father who isn't dead? Why are all of them horrible or dead? There was the Emperor (he was called something else, but I can't remember his title), who seemed to genuinely care about his kids, but he did encourage them to fight for the throne, or at least that's how I got it. Like, why? What was so hard about just mentioning a character whose father wasn't horrible or dead?