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June
✔   24) Enchanter's End Game by David Eddings (1985)
✔     23) Eggsistential Thoughts by Gudetama the Lazy Egg by Francesco Sedita (2013)
✔       22) Red, White and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston (2021)
✔     21) The Vanishing Half by Brit Bennett (2020)

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May
✔       20) Just a Heartbeat Away by Cara Bastone (2020)
 19) The Merciful Crow by Margaret Owen (2019)
 18) Caraval by Stephanie Garber
✔     17) When We First Met by Cara Bastone

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April
✔   16) Castle of Wizardry by David Eddings (1984)
✔       15) The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood
✔     14) A Brief History of Montmaray by Michelle Cooper (2010)
✔  13) Gordon Ramsay Quick and Delicious by Gordon Ramsay

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March

 12) Today, Tonight, Tomorrow by Rachel Lynn Solomon (2020)
 11) Fireborne by Rosaria Munda (2019)
 10) Magician's Gambit by David Eddings
✔   9) Queen of Sorcery by David Eddings (1984)

February

✔       8) The Maid by Nita Prose (2022)
✔     7) The Serpent's Shadow by Mercedes Lackey (2001)
✔     6) Irresistible Forces edited by Catherine Asaro (2004)
✔     5) On Salads by Sue Lawrence (1999)
✔       4) You Had Me at Hola by Alexis Daria (2020)
✔   3) A Sword Named Truth by Sherwood Smith (2019)

January

✔   2) Pawn of Prophecy by David Eddings (1982)
✔     1) The Oathbound by Mercedes Lackey (1988)

He wondered also about his own life. The visit to Faldor's farm had forever closed that door to him, even if it had ever really been open. The bits and pieces of information he had been gathering for the past year and more told him quite plainly that he was not going to be in a position to make his own decisions for quite some time.
'I don't suppose you'd consider telling me what I'm supposed to do next?' He didn't really expect any kind of satisfactory answer from that other awareness.
'It's a bit premature,' the dry voice in his mind replied
'We'll be in Riva tomorrow,' Garion pointed out. 'As soon as we put the Orb back where it belongs, this part of the adventure will be all finished. Don't you think that a hint or two might be in order along about now?'
'I wouldn't want to spoil anything for you.'
'You know, sometimes I think you keep secrets just because you know that it irritates people.'
'What an interesting idea.'
The conversation got absolutely nowhere after that.

Very well done, Belgarion,' the dry voice complimented him.
'Oh, shut up,' Garion said.

Great was the wrath of the Emperor of Tolnedra. He assembled his armies to cross the Sea of the Winds and do war. Then the peaceloving Alorns held council to try reason upon this rash Emperor. And they sent out a message to advise him that, should he persist, they would rise up and destroy Emperor and kingdom and sweep the wreckage thereof into the sea. And the Emperor gave heed to this quiet remonstrance and abandoned his desperate adventure.

It was still early spring, and the night was cool but not chilly. There was a fragrance in the air, washing down over the city from the high meadows in the mountains behind Riva and mingling with peat smoke and the salty tang of the sea. The stars overhead were bright, and the newly risen moon, looking swollen as it rode low over the horizon, cast a glittering golden path across the breast of the Sea of the Winds. Garion felt that excitement he always experienced when starting out at night. He had been cooped up too long, and each step that took him farther and farther from the dull round of appointments and ceremonies filled him with an almost intoxicating anticipation.

Great was the wrath of the Emperor of Tolnedra. He assembled his armies to cross the Sea of the Winds and do war. Then the peaceloving Alorns held council to try reason upon this rash Emperor. And they sent out a message to advise him that, should he persist, they would rise, up and destroy Emperor and kingdom and sweep the wreckage thereof into the sea. And the Emperor gave heed to this quiet remonstrance and abandoned his desperate adventure.

He wondered also about his own life. The visit to Faldor's farm had forever closed that door to him, even if it had ever really been open. The bits and pieces of information he had been gathering for the past year and more told him quite plainly that he was not going to be in a position to make his own decisions for quite some time.
'I don't suppose you'd consider telling me what I'm supposed to do next?' He didn't really expect any kind of satisfactory answer from that other awareness.
'It's a bit premature,' the dry voice in his mind replied
'We'll be in Riva tomorrow,' Garion pointed out. 'As soon as we put the Orb back where it belongs, this part of the adventure will be all finished. Don't you think that a hint or two might be in order along about now?'
'I wouldn't want to spoil anything for you.'
'You know, sometimes I think you keep secrets just because you know that it irritates people.'
'What an interesting idea.'
The conversation got absolutely nowhere after that.

Very well done, Belgarion,' the dry voice complimented him.
'Oh, shut up,' Garion said.

It was still early spring, and the night was cool but not chilly. There was a fragrance in the air, washing down over the city from the high meadows in the mountains behind Riva and mingling with peat smoke and the salty tang of the sea. The stars overhead were bright, and the newly risen moon, looking swollen as it rode low over the horizon, cast a glittering golden path across the breast of the Sea of the Winds. Garion felt that excitement he always experienced when starting out at night. He had been cooped up too long, and each step that took him farther and farther from the dull round of appointments and ceremonies filled him with an almost intoxicating anticipation.

His kid was growing up. Losing those chubby cheeks. Seb knew that Daddy was on its last legs. He was only ever Dad when Matty was around friends. It plucked a bittersweet chord in his heart. Of course he wanted his kid to grow up. And of course he wanted his kid to stay a baby forever.

If he had consciously sought any of this, he could have accepted the duty which lay on him with a certain amount of resignation. He had been given no choice in the matter, though, and he found himself wanting to demand of the uncaring sky, 'Why me?'
He rode on beside his dozing grandfather with only the murmuring song of the Orb of Aldur for company, and even that was a source of irritation. The Orb, which stood on the pommel of the great sword strapped to his back, sang to him endlessly with a kind of silly enthusiasm. It might be all very well for the Orb to exult about the impending meeting with Torak, but it was Garion who was going to have to face the Dragon-God of Angarak, and it was Garion who was going to have to do all the bleeding. He felt that the unrelieved cheerfulness of the Orb was - all things considered - in very poor taste, to say the least.

'Instead of letting Sir Mandorallen annihilate these thousand Murgos all by himself, why not select a contingent from each part of the army to deal with them? Not only will that give us some experience in tactical coordination, but it'll give all the men a sense of pride. An easy victory now will stiffen their backs when we run into more ditficult times later.'
'Fulrach, sometimes you positively amaze me,' Rhodar declared, 'I think the whole trouble is that you don't look that clever.'

The Orb continued to ignore him, its attention obviously elsewhere.
"What are you concentrating on so hard?' the old man asked curiously.
The Orb, which had glowed with a bright blue radiance, flickered again, and its blue became suddenly infused with a pale pink which steadily grew more and more pronounced until the stone was actually blushing.
Belgarath cast one twinkling glance in the general direction of the royal apartment. 'Oh,' he said, understanding. Then he began to chuckle.
The Orb blushed even brighter.

the duty which lay on him with a certain amount of resignation. He had been given no choice in the matter, though, and he found himself wanting to demand of the uncaring sky, 'Why me?'
He rode on beside his dozing grandfather with only the murmuring song of the Orb of Aldur for company, and even that was a source of irritation. The Orb, which stood on the pommel of the great sword strapped to his back, sang to him endlessly with a kind of silly enthusiasm. It might be all very well for the Orb to exult about the impending meeting with Torak, but it was Garion who was going to have to face the Dragon-God of Angarak, and it was Garion who was going to have to do all the bleeding. He felt that the unrelieved cheerfulness of the Orb was - all things considered - in very poor taste, to say the least.

'Instead of letting Sir Mandorallen annihilate a thousand Murgos all by himself, why not select a contingent from each part of the army to deal with them? Not only will that give us some experience in tactical coordination, but it'll give all the men a sense of pride. An easy victory now will stiffen their backs when we run into more ditficult times later.'
'Fulrach, sometimes you positively amaze me,' Rhodar declared, 'I think the whole trouble is that you don't look that clever.'

The Orb continued to ignore him, its attention obviously elsewhere.
"What are you concentrating on so hard?' the old man asked curiously.
The Orb, which had glowed with a bright blue radiance, flickered again, and its blue became suddenly infused with a pale pink which steadily grew more and more pronounced until the stone was actually blushing.
Belgarath cast one twinkling glance in the general direction of the royal apartment. 'Oh,' he said, understanding. Then he began to chuckle.
The Orb blushed even brighter.