Brigands & Breadknives (Legends & Lattes, #2)

by Travis Baldree

In the end, Fern named the shop Thistleburr Booksellers in honor of the place her father had built and raised her in, what seemed a thousand leagues to the west and as many years ago. Besides, she couldn’t think of a better name that fit, and it was … comfortable.

The opening of Thistleburr Booksellers in Thune was an unmitigated success. A new chapter freshly opened in Fern’s life—the page turned, the title printed, and ready to be filled with words of renewal, purpose, and peace.

“Hey, it’s not the sword, it’s the wielder!” protested Breadlee.

“Tarim is a god of endless hunger and consumption. His will to devour is never-ending. But he is vulnerable to appeasement—penance, for the temerity of existing.”

Are you saying that you all spend your days apologizing for how insignificant we are to preserve Tarim’s self-esteem, because otherwise he’ll throw a tantrum and eat the whole world? And that you believe that actually helps?” The abbess cocked her head and thought. “Yes, that’s pretty much

“Because that’s part of it. Part of being who I am. I see things to their end. I keep my covenants. I do what must be done.”