The Thief Who Spat In Luck's Good Eye (Amra Thetys, #2)

by Michael McClung

leaving Holgren and I to

and me

had Holgren and I twitching

soldiers lay me flat

broad, bronze shoulders

massive, black block

over one of the soldier’s shoulders

soldiers'

pale, blue light

great, red streaks

Agoth lay Holgren gently down and started

I laid Holgren down

Correct for once!

First thing’s first.

First thing’s first.

square, black stone

robust, bronze flesh

should have stopped his heart front beating

from

the latest financial endeavor I’d sunk some of our money into be it spices from beyond Chagul

Needs comma.