Darkdawn (The Nevernight Chronicle, #3)

by Jay Kristoff

You die once, you might make it back with her blessing.

‘Nevernight,’ he muttered. ‘Stupid name for a book.’ ‘Makes for interesting reading,’ Aelius said.

‘It has footnotes? What kind of wanker writes a novel with footnotes?’

‘Do you remember that time we were acolytes and you talked me out of doing something I desperately wanted by appealing to my sensible side?’ The boy tilted his head. ‘… NO.’ ‘Me either,’ Mia replied. ‘Now show me the way. Or get the fuck out of it.’

So where the fuck is Corleone?’ Sid asked, wiping his lips. ‘Is my face red?’ Butcher demanded. ‘Not particularly,’ Sid replied. ‘Well, I s’pose he’s not up my arse, then.

You always had a soft spot for that girl. And her old master.’ ‘I have many soft spots, Revered Father,’ Aalea replied coolly. ‘And you are welcome to enquire about precisely none of them.’

Don’t fuck with librarians, young lady. We know the power of words.’

‘This way, it’s all kept aboveboard. I keep telling you, just because we’re pirates doesn’t mean we’re lawless brigands.’ ‘And I keep telling you,’ Sid boggled, ‘that’s exactly what it fucking means!

‘Not just a pretty face and a shitty attitude, are you?’

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