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

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

I am a handmaiden of Death. I walk in His dark shadow and do His bidding. Serving Him is my only purpose in this life.

If you are not careful, soon you will have men locking themselves in dungeons so that you can rescue them.

He does not start guiltily, as he should, but frowns in annoyance. "Who are you?" I slip my hand through the slit of my overskirt, and my fingers close around the hard wood of the crossbow tiller. "Vengeance," I say softly.

I comfort myself with the knowledge that if Duval ever feels smothered by me, it will be because I am holding a pillow over his face.

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