A Thousand Recipes for Revenge (Chefs of the Five Gods, #1)

by Beth Cato

She giggled in a way that implied that more wine than blood was currently coursing through her veins.

“If we were going to get shot, it should have happened by now.” Ada looked around. “Tsk. We are always good targets for gunfire,” said Grand-mère in a chipper tone.

their morals were looser than bowels after food poisoning.

Solenn decided she’d had about enough of these two dandelion-puff brains.

that some people are burned, others do the burning, and far more watch.

She had another sip of her wine, her tongue now numbed to its shocking awfulness.

I would never wish this kind of grief on him. Unyielding rashes upon his nether regions, yes.”

“Normally, I’m all in favor of helping people find work, but my murder shouldn’t be up for offer.”

After all, what is a white lie but truth decomposed?