Saint's Blood (Greatcoats, #3)

by Sebastien de Castell

‘He made you think about your muscles to get you to tense up, and he kept talking about the Gods so you’d start praying.’ She knelt down in front of him. ‘Both those things slowed you down. You could have gone to your Gods with a sacrifice worthy of their gift. You could have killed a Greatcoat.’

I am so incredibly far out of my depth, I thought, I might as well throw stones at the moon to knock it out of the sky.