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 takes a surprising amount of courage to place one's hand into an unseen area when your mind is thinking about vermin.

He barks out a laugh. "My little rebel.

There is no shame in scars, Ismae.

I never skulk, and lurk only sometimes.

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

Why be the sheep when you can be the wolf?