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356 pages, Paperback
First published September 22, 2015
The darkness curled around him like a blanket, willing him to stay a while, whispering things to him that were at once comforting and terrible. When he could stand no longer, he covered his face with his hands. Then, he dropped to his knees in the dirt and wept.
He readied himself, as he always did when he expected a battle with Peter, and stood on the eerily quiet hull of the Spanish Main . Another crow, haunting and soft, and James steeled his nerves, preparing his mind to murder a child.
He caught her hand as she washed the blood away from his throat, and she looked up at him.
“Never apologize to me ,” he said, voice gravelly and tired. Older. “Thank you for your kindness. Now and years ago.”