More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
He was a collection of hard lines and tailored edges—sharp jaw, lean build, wool coat snug across his shoulders.
Most of the buildings in this part of the city had been built without foundations, many on swampy land where the canals were haphazardly dug. They leaned against each other like tipsy friends gathered at a bar, tilting at drowsy angles.
“Kill you,” he mumbled. “Sleep well.” Her voice was a wolf, dogging his steps. It chased him into the dark.
The heart is an arrow. It demands aim to land true.
She wouldn’t wish love on anyone. It was the guest you welcomed and then couldn’t be rid of.
The storm had come out of nowhere, tossing the ship like a toy on the waves. The sea had played along until it had tired of the game, and dragged their boat under in a tangle of rope and sail and screaming men.
“The life you live, the hate you feel—it’s poison. I can drink it no longer.”
She’d laughed, and if he could have bottled the sound and gotten drunk on it every night, he would have.
No, little brother. No one is stronger. You’ve cheated death too many times. Greed may do your bidding, but death serves no man.
