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“I’ve no wish to kill you, Captain,” Mia called. “Well there’s a stroke of fortune. I’ve no wish to fucking die, either.”
“Bishop Tenhands,” Mia said, inclining her head. “I’d stand and bow, but the crossbow bolt in my backside isn’t too agreeable.” “An interesting nevernight, then,” the woman smirked. “Some coul—ow, fuck!” Mia glared over her shoulder again. “’Byss and blood, Pietro, are you stitching me up or sewing a dress?”
One stipulation,” the big man said, holding up his finger. “An item of import to your patron. A map, written in Old Ashkahi and set with a seal shaped like a sickle’s blade. The Dona is brokering an exchange with the map’s current owner. You must take the map, along with her life.” “… What’s the map of?” “It provides detailed directions to the Empire of None of Your Fucking Concern.”
“Problem with being a librarian is there’s some lessons you just can’t learn from books. And the problem with being an assassin is there’s some mysteries you just can’t solve by stabbing fuck out of them.”
The bishop was obviously unaware of the enmity that lay between the girls, and to bring it up seemed on the south side of petty. But Mia trusted Jessamine like she trusted the suns not to shine, and enjoyed her company the way eunuchs enjoy looking at naughty lithographs.
So, given that I’m busier than a whorehouse running a two-for-one special, do me the honor of saying thank you, and taking what you’re bloody given.” Mia looked her former mentor in the eye. She recognized his tone—the same one he’d use when she was a little girl and he’d caught her stealing his cigarillos. She glanced over her shoulder at Jessamine. Softly sighed. “Thank you, Bishop.” “My fucking pleasure.” “May the Moth—” “Aye, aye, black kisses all around. Now sod off, will you?”
“Any of you fine gentles serve in the legion?” “Aye,” said a burly man on the tower opposite. “You wouldn’t be experienced in siege warfare by any chance?” “I was a fucking cook, lass.
“Six years in chains for one moment of principle. That’s the tithe I paid. But you know what I learned in all the years between then and this, little Crow?” “… No.” Sid fixed Mia in his ice-blue stare. “There’s no softer pillow than a clear conscience.”
fully sanctioned by the Church, devoted to worship of the goddess Tsana. Consisting entirely of women, the sorority’s vows include Chastity, Humility, Poverty, Sobriety, and Generally Having No Fun Whatsofuckingever.
