The Wonder Engine (Clocktaur War, #2)

by T. Kingfisher

I would know you anywhere. I would recognize you at the bottom of a mineshaft on a moonless light, if I were deaf and blind. This

He wanted to hold her hand between his until the heat of his fingers warmed her. He wanted to say Don’t go. He wanted to say Let me come with you. He said, “Be careful…my liege.”

part of her said, I’m going to die, and a part that she had never suspected said, I’m home.

“Darlin’, you’d be amazed what I can murder my way out of.”

flesh was only flesh, and it could only take so much.

She’s still not beautiful. I think I may be half in love with her, and I still wouldn’t call her beautiful. And it doesn’t seem to matter at all.

“Prayer is for the one who prays. It would be a monstrous arrogance to think that my prayers might sway the heart of a god.”

Slate groaned. “He was confessing his sins, if you must know.” “For paladins, that’s practically foreplay.”

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Now she watched his hands moving over the fabric and could imagine all too easily what they would feel like on her skin.

the Dreaming God poured into his soul like hot metal and forged him into a weapon.

Yes. Please. Please, some god take me. Any god. I was made to be a sword in someone’s hand. It is all that I know. It is the only thing I’m good for. Please…

The gods work through mortals. We are their tools. They have used mortals to make the world into this shape. What shape is it? What are They hoping to achieve? Where do They wish me to strike?