Easy was for people too weak to suck it up and do what needed to be done. And I wasn’t weak. Not anymore.

That was my favorite dagger." She had a favorite dagger? Seriously? And she thought that I was a freak.

Rage filled me at her words - cold, black, unending rage. Whatever happened to me, Mab would not hurt my sister again. She would not.

Her touch was as soft as a snowflake falling onto my skin.

Instead, I cut him. Not deep, but there was enough of a sting in the wound to remind him of what I'd done to the dwarven mobsters in the parking lot - and that I wasn't just some chick with a knife who looked good in black.

You bruised my ego, you see, and there’s just not enough money in the world to soothe my ego when it gets bruised

My name is Gin, and I kill people.