Blackwing (Raven's Mark #1)

by Ed McDonald

“You need to eat less cock,” I said, “you’re heavy as fuck.” Nenn’s snarl told me she’d have made some savage retort if breathing didn’t hurt so bad.

Crowfoot was a wizard. Not a common sorcerer like Ezabeth or Gleck Maldon, or even a rare freak like Saravor. He made them look like children—no. Like mice.

“I saw you stand,” I said. “Saw your courage, back at Twelve. Saw the steel in your will, the power you command. You say there’s nothing of woman about you? You aren’t some painted vase, delicate and useless. You’re a fucking lioness. The strongest damn thing that ever lived. There’s nothing of you but woman.”