Vow of Thieves (Dance of Thieves, #2)

by Mary E. Pearson

We wove our dreams together like armor. Nothing could stop us now.

Sometimes you need to own one whole day. Maybe that’s what makes you brave enough to face another.”

That fear had warped into a new question—could the answers be worse than not knowing?

The soldier’s tiny push knife now hung heavy in my pocket.

Atta girl

You can’t panic when you’re walking a tightrope over a pit of vipers.