Silver Under Nightfall (Reaper, #1)

by Rin Chupeco

“Foddle-swapped coxcomb!” And then again, at his urging, “… scum-sucking… cuntrabbit!”

A rotting scent—a combination of petrichor and shit—prevailed against the fog, as if something had died of dysentery all around them.

“Well, congratu-bloody-fucking-lations to you, but I didn’t!