All the Hidden Paths (The Tithenai Chronicles Book 2)

by Foz Meadows

I was at a loss to explain the sudden surge of affection I felt for the pair before me. Perhaps it was simply that I’d reached the end of a long and extremely fraught journey, but in that moment, I could easily have fought my would-be assassin barehanded to ensure the continued happiness of Spoons and Son of Spoons.

But rich folk are stupid, aren’t they, lordling? Or rather, they think other people are, which amounts to the same thing.

I WASN’T BORN WITH A SLATE AND PEN. I NEED NO LESSONS IN HOW MEN TAKE, OR FROM WHO, OR WHY.

“You’re plenty sharp, Markel,” I said, smiling at him. “Like an oddly maternal knife.”

I must’ve looked like a peculiarly energetic autumn leaf,

it was just that the thought of spending any more time listening to him prattle about his crush made me want to jump out a window, and as we were on the ground floor, it seemed like leaving would be the more effective option.