The Song of the Marked (Shadows and Crowns, #1)

by S.M. Gaither

Luck was a lesser-spirit that only the lazy and the foolish prayed to.

“I’m done for now.” “Good-night, Thorn.” “Good-night, my wheelbarrow warrior.”

You’re a rather…captivating combination of fearless and faint-hearted.”

“I was terrified the entire time. I’m always terrified. The fear never entirely goes away—but I’ve just learned to do things while I’m afraid.

“You’re much nicer after you’ve had a near-death experience. You should almost die more often.”

“And yet, the thought of missing my chance to hold you like this is somehow more terrifying.”

“Yes. Although tonight it’s more about the way you look in that rain than anything else.” “Which is like a half-drowned rat dredged up from the river, I suspect.” “The most stunning half-drowned rat I’ve ever seen.”

“But I think you should get out of the rain before you freeze to death,” he said, “regardless of how stunning you might look while doing it.”