Crowfall (Raven's Mark, #3)

by Ed McDonald

he drank like a reluctant bridegroom.

I ducked and slunk along shadowed roads and smog-stained streets, to a decent part of town that housed a bad sort of people. Lawyers are the worst.

‘You telling me you’re a hallucination?’

Dangerous, unpredictable, a permanently cornered cat.

It wasn’t my style, but then it was questionable whether I had any.

I thanked my ribs for all the times they had kept my chest intact before and forgave them for their impending failure.

The world was truly broken if I was giving relationship advice. I

There was likely a perfectly insane explanation.