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.

I blew that clay pigeon to smithereens. I don't know why Mum got so upset. According to Uncle Andrew she's a crack shot herself. But she says I'm too young. What I'd like to know is how old does a person have to be before they get to do all the fun stuff?

You love me?' 'Yes, you great lummox. I love you.' He lets out a sigh. 'Sweet Camulos! It's about time.

Tis Vanth's cage. You can just move it out of the way." "I already have," he grumbles. "With my shin.

There is no shame in scars, Ismae.

I stare at him coldly. "I do not care for needlework." I pause. "Unless it involves the base of the skull.

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