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549 pages, Hardcover
First published April 3, 2012
“Are men truly such idiots that they cannot resist two orbs of flesh?”
The silence feels thick and awkward to me, but any attempt to make small talk seems equally so. Wondering if he feels it too, I sneak a glance in his direction and am appalled to find him watching me. We both wrench our eyes away, and even though I am no longer looking at him, every part of me is aware of his proximity, of the faint heat coming off his body in the damp autumn air, of the scent-
The Tears of Mortain have done their job well, for I am certain there is no spark of life burning behind that door.
"So," she says, looking back up at me. "You are well equipped for our service."
"We kill people."
“This is what I want to be. An instrument of mercy, not vengeance.”
“It is this kindness of his that unsettles me most. I can dodge a blow or block a knife. I am impervious to poison and know a dozen ways to escape a chokehold or garrotte wire. But kindness? I do not know how to defend against that.”
"I am a handmaiden of Death. I walk in His dark shadow and do His bidding. Serving Him is my only purpose in this life, and I have let my annoyance drive that duty from my mind. I will not let that happen again."