Vow of Thieves (Dance of Thieves, #2)

by Mary E. Pearson

Because if I knew anything after engaging hundreds of merchants in the jehendra, it was that everyone had a story that they burned to tell, the true story they believed no one else could ever get right, the injustices they endured, the unserved accolades they deserved.

“My heart is undying, my wings spread wide, When I’m set free, I soar, I glide. I tame tomorrows, I offer shade, I make the fearful, Unafraid. I’m a rope with no end, A sword and a shield, No army can match, The power I wield. On occasion I’m lost, Or tossed in the fight, Downtrodden, beat, My hands bound tight. But a shout, a stand, A smile, a jest, A meal, a drink, A good night’s rest, A swing on a tree, an orange, a kind deed. How little it takes, for me to be freed.”

For me to think on