Into the Riverlands (The Singing Hills Cycle, #3)

by Nghi Vo

Chih swallowed hard and nodded. They weren’t brave, and despite the shaved head and the indigo robes, they weren’t particularly virtuous, but more than anything else, they were curious, and sometimes that could stand in for the rest.

“If you are murdered in the night, I will tell the Divine that you died well and bravely.” “Thank you for always telling the nicest lies about me.”