Sworn to the Shadow God (Aspect and Anchor #2)

by Ruby Dixon

stare at the door and then whimper when I realize I’m going to be the dummy that goes inside to see what’s in there.

“Why is there a rope?” “It goes into the water,” Atollo says, matter of fact. “If you need to clean your bum, just pull it up and use the wet end.” “Oh,” I say faintly. Because what can you say to that? It’s a…poop rope. Of all the things I thought I’d encounter on my quest here, a poop rope is at the very, very bottom.

I work on kicking down a thin tree and then rubbing the head of it against sharp rocks until it makes a point. Sort of. It looks more like a blunted pencil but I’ll stab a bitch with it if I have to.

This—finding the Shears of Fate—is the only option that doesn’t end in my death or endless torment of thousands of people waiting for their god to return to the underworld. Like it or not, I’ve run out of options.