Veil Deception by Rowell (8 results)

Paperback. Condition: New.

PAP. Condition: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000.

PAP. Condition: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000.

Paperback. Condition: new. Paperback. The city is breathing lies. I can feel them crawling through thestreets, winding up alleyways, twisting into every face, everythought, every whispered question. The Dominion has learnedhow to do more than silence; they've learned how to rewritereality itself. They've painted fear and obedience onto the citylike a canvas, and every citizen is a brushstroke under theircontrol.I move along the rooftops, hood drawn tight against the drizzle, boots whispering over wet tiles. Below, Dominion patrols marchin rigid lines, unaware that we are watching, that we are alive.Every shadow could be an ally, every flicker of movement awarning. My pulse is steady, my mind sharp. Seven days.Fourteen hours. Three minutes. Thirty-three seconds. Theclock isn't theirs-it belongs to us, to the Remnant, and thecountdown of courage has already begun.Lyra slides onto the rooftop behind me, breath uneven but eyesfierce. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability.

Paperback. Condition: New.

Paperback. Condition: new. Paperback. The city is breathing lies. I can feel them crawling through thestreets, winding up alleyways, twisting into every face, everythought, every whispered question. The Dominion has learnedhow to do more than silence; they've learned how to rewritereality itself. They've painted fear and obedience onto the citylike a canvas, and every citizen is a brushstroke under theircontrol.I move along the rooftops, hood drawn tight against the drizzle, boots whispering over wet tiles. Below, Dominion patrols marchin rigid lines, unaware that we are watching, that we are alive.Every shadow could be an ally, every flicker of movement awarning. My pulse is steady, my mind sharp. Seven days.Fourteen hours. Three minutes. Thirty-three seconds. Theclock isn't theirs-it belongs to us, to the Remnant, and thecountdown of courage has already begun.Lyra slides onto the rooftop behind me, breath uneven but eyesfierce. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our Sydney, NSW warehouse or from our UK or US warehouse, depending on stock availability.

Paperback. Condition: new. Paperback. The city is breathing lies. I can feel them crawling through thestreets, winding up alleyways, twisting into every face, everythought, every whispered question. The Dominion has learnedhow to do more than silence; they've learned how to rewritereality itself. They've painted fear and obedience onto the citylike a canvas, and every citizen is a brushstroke under theircontrol.I move along the rooftops, hood drawn tight against the drizzle, boots whispering over wet tiles. Below, Dominion patrols marchin rigid lines, unaware that we are watching, that we are alive.Every shadow could be an ally, every flicker of movement awarning. My pulse is steady, my mind sharp. Seven days.Fourteen hours. Three minutes. Thirty-three seconds. Theclock isn't theirs-it belongs to us, to the Remnant, and thecountdown of courage has already begun.Lyra slides onto the rooftop behind me, breath uneven but eyesfierce. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.

Taschenbuch. Condition: Neu. nach der Bestellung gedruckt Neuware - Printed after ordering - The city is breathing lies. I can feel them crawling through thestreets, winding up alleyways, twisting into every face, everythought, every whispered question. The Dominion has learnedhow to do more than silence; they've learned how to rewritereality itself. They've painted fear and obedience onto the citylike a canvas, and every citizen is a brushstroke under theircontrol.I move along the rooftops, hood drawn tight against the drizzleboots whispering over wet tiles. Below, Dominion patrols marchin rigid lines, unaware that we are watching, that we are alive.Every shadow could be an ally, every flicker of movement awarning. My pulse is steady, my mind sharp. Seven days.Fourteen hours. Three minutes. Thirty-three seconds. Theclock isn't theirs-it belongs to us, to the Remnant, and thecountdown of courage has already begun.Lyra slides onto the rooftop behind me, breath uneven but eyesfierce.