The Order of Merciful Aid provided merciful aid, usually on the edge of a blade or the burn of a bullet.

What’s the deal with the hair?” Curran tore his gaze from the book and grimaced. “Grows every flare. Can’t help it." We stared at each other. “Waiting for the Fabio joke,” he said.

Big bad merc, down with a basic hip toss. In your place I'd be blushing.

I will kill him.” “Erra’s eyebrows rose. “You’d have to go through me first.” I shrugged. “I have to do something for a warm-up.” She laughed softly. “That’s the spirit. I do think you might be my favorite niece.

When you walk a dog on a short leash, she's close enough to bite you.

Did the Order return your sense of humor as part of the severance package?

Kate Daniels, deadly swordmaster. Fear my twitching pinkie.