A Twist of the Blade (Shadows and Crowns, #2)

by S.M. Gaither

“There is nowhere you can go that I can’t find you,” he told her. “And when the time is right, I will find you again.”

But her anxiety wanted nothing to do with these rational thoughts. It never did.

“You can shapeshift, can’t you?” “Not to the extent that I once could, but I still…yes. Why?” “Could you perhaps shapeshift into someone less annoying?”

But it worried him when she went away like this—when her anxious thoughts carried her off and held her hostage—because here was an enemy that he couldn’t put a sword through.

“Stop being dark?” He let out an amused little snort. “I am the God of Death.” “Yes, which is why the brooding comes across as terribly predictable and trite, I’m afraid.”

pain is not a competition. Everyone has their own battles. Their different hells. Different demons. And you don’t have to apologize for the things that hurt you, as I said, or for what you have to do to survive these things—not to me or to anyone else.”

“I think you’re mistaken, little mortal.” “And I think you’re kind of a bitch, Middle Goddess.”

I answer to a higher power, he’d told her. But perhaps there was no higher power than this. Than her.

“I don’t know what happens next, either. But I am certain of one thing: If you are going to war, then I am going with you.”