Red Seas Under Red Skies (Gentleman Bastard, #2)

by Scott Lynch

“Any man can fart in a closed room and say that he commands the wind,”

“Mew,” the kitten retorted, locking gazes with him. It had the expression common to all kittens, that of a tyrant in the becoming. I was comfortable, and you dared to move, those jade eyes said. For that you must die.