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32 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 16, 2012
Zephyr felt the weight of her flesh settle on the branch-and-twig network of bones.
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His body was long, rangy, his stance somehow naturally dishonest, alive with the energy of someone who couldn’t be trusted, but also couldn’t be blamed for it, because it was easy to guess from the way he constantly shifted his weight that he couldn’t quite trust himself either.
"You're fair," he said quietly.
"Fair?" She wasn't sure what he was driving at.
"Did you know that, long ago, 'fair' meant both 'beautiful' and 'just'? Isn't that nice, the thought that justice and beauty were once twins?"
"You're an odd sort of gangster, to be concerned with justice and words."
"You're an odd sort of anything. But, I hope, you're also fair." A hand pulled a deck of cards from his suit pocket. "Play me for the gun."