Assassin's Fate (The Fitz and the Fool, #3)

by Robin Hobb

I did not weep. Tears would have been too small, an insult to the size of the loss I’d taken. I wanted to bleed my sorrow, to let the pain of it drain out with my life.

I harked back to Chade’s earliest training: I went in, I killed, and I departed. And I took her half-eaten chicken with me. It was delicious.