Swordheart (Swordheart, #1)

by T. Kingfisher

A strong shieldmaid is the equal of any man in combat.

“The dead aren’t saints, merely because they’re dead.”

“I was thinking we might go to the Temple of the White Rat,” she said. “I do not know of them.” “They … fix things. I told you, our priest before the current one was of the White Rat? They find solutions.” “An odd thing for a religion to be good at.”

The urge flared again to go after the people who had done this and kill them. Or possibly just burn the entire world that was so unkind to people like Halla.

“Can your husband not speak for himself?” “I can,” said Sarkis. “Then why don’t you?” “My wife talks enough for both of us.”