Half-man, half-beast, all nightmare. The shapeshifter warrior form.

A massive beast dashed along the mountain apex. Astamur reached for his rifle. “A demon?” “No, not a demon.” I might have preferred one . “That’s my boyfriend.” Atsany and the shepherd turned to look at me. “Boyfriend?” Astamur said. Curran saw us. He paused on a stone crag and roared. The raw declaration of strength cracked through the mountains, rolling down the cliffs like a rockslide. “Yep. Don’t worry. He’s harmless.

In diplomacy, like in great many other things, the rules of engagement survive only until one remarkable person decides to break them.

It was the kind of sword that would make a lifelong pacifist look for tall boots and a hat with feathers.

Do you have spies in Clan Heavy?” “I have spies everywhere.” I looked at Andrea, who was hoarding bacon on her plate. “She had tea with Mahon’s wife.” Andrea said. Aunt B looked at her. “You and I need to work on your air of mystery.

We should clap or something." Curran said. "She's trying so hard.

He said 'woman' in the same way I'd say 'Mmmm, yummy chocolate.