What Feasts at Night (Sworn Soldier, #2)

by T. Kingfisher

“The Devil overlook you, sir,” he said, which is a greeting you don’t hear much anymore.

Tomorrow, in my experience, is only worth worrying about when there’s something you can do about it.

It was a long day, made longer by worrying.

“May we always have the choice to err on the side of mercy,” I said, lifting my wine.