A Shadow in the Reaping (The Shadow Realm, #1)

by Brynne Weaver

You know those dudes that drive Honda civics and install a huge muffler on them so they sound like some kind of fucked-up race car but with the engine of a hairdryer and the body of a beater? Like a Frankencar? Yeah. I pick one of those guys. I'm doing us all a solid here, so you're welcome.

“Promises are for mortals.” “Not when they are made between you and me.”