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337 pages, Paperback
First published July 5, 2011
"Now, isn't that a pretty thought? Forks of silver, spoons of moonlight. What do you suppose your knives should be made of, Mr. Hunt? Tears?"
Cedar cocked the hammer back on the Walker and aimed it at Alun's head. "Don't know about my knives, but my gun's made of pain."
'One witch, one human, one dead man, would not stand in the way of his immortality, his revenge.'

