She Who Waits (Low Town, #3)

by Daniel Polansky

Once you start tipping things over, it’s hard to stop.

Life is what it is – but by the Firstborn, sometimes you just want to pretend.

I didn’t say any of that. I knew why I’d done what I’d done. She could spend the rest of her life wondering. It was a magnificent sort of vengeance, the best I’d ever gotten.