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

by Scott Lynch

deny something to enough people and sooner or later it will grow a mystique as thick as fog.

feeling like you wanted desperately to die was fine evidence that you had yet to do so.

“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.

So this is what a command is. Staring consequences in the eye and pretending not to flinch.

THEY DID it like this.

“But this doesn’t mean I’m getting attached to you.”