Are men truly such idiots that they cannot resist two orbs of flesh?

... while I am Death's daughter and walk in His dark shadow, surely the darkness can give way to light sometimes.

The body on the ground is nothing more than a shell, a husk, and I am filled with a sense of peace. Yes, I think. Yes. This is what I want to be. An instrument of mercy, not vengeance.

It is this kindness of his that unsettles me most. I can dodge a blow or block a knife. I am impervious to poison and know a dozen ways to escape a chokehold or garrote wire. But kindness? I do not know how to defend against that.

I am sorry,' he whispers. 'I am sorry I treated you so ill. I thought only to protect Duval.' 'It was not I who was poisoning him,' I say. 'No, but you had stolen his heart and I was afraid you would rip it from his chest when you left.

Are men truly such idiots that they cannot resist two orbs of flesh?

It is all we have left to us. And while it is more than I ever dared dream, it is nowhere near enough.