Master of Crows (Master of Crows, #1)

by Grace Draven

How interesting that a man didn’t always admire his own traits in another.

“You spoil him. I now have a mage-finder who spends his days lolling with the swine and begging caresses from a woman.” Gurn snorted into his tea cup, and Silhara raised an eyebrow. “Not that I blame him for the last.” “I’m confused, Master. Do you speak of the failures of men or dogs?”