Master of Crows (Master of Crows, #1)

by Grace Draven

A living flame in the begrimed room, he burned with a cold, still fire. Long scarlet robes swirled around his ankles like bloodied smoke.

When he was done, the Master of Crows stood and tossed Balian’s knife so that it stuck in the ground near his head. No mercy softened his voice. No remorse colored his tone. “Don’t fret, boy,” he said. “No one will notice it if you fuck in the dark.”