Shadow's Edge (Night Angel, #2)

by Brent Weeks

To share, simply to speak the truth to a person who cared, was unfathomably precious.

“A wolf might become a wolfhound, son, but it will never be a lap dog.”

Seriously. Before there had been a woman in his life, things had been so simple.

Men, Momma K believed, were too simple to ever be truly safe from the temptations of a house of pleasure.

What pissed him off more was that to look her in the eye with his disguise, he had to stare straight at her admittedly perky breasts. Dammit, why were breasts so intriguing?

“You see, to my eyes, the world holds only two mysteries. Evil is the first, and love is the second. I have seen love used, exaggerated into a mockery of itself, perverted, faked, betrayed. Love is a fragile, corruptible thing. And yet I have seen it evince a curious strength. It is beyond my comprehension. Love is weakness that once in a great while triumphs over strength. Baffling.

Kylar could have had any woman he wanted, and he’d chosen a girl covered with scars. In her experience, men went for the hottest bitch they could get their cock in. If the bitch was hot, they didn’t care that she was a bitch.