If he is smart, he will run. He is not.

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

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 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.

I am left with the conviction that an avalanche would be easier to dissuade than that man.

Truly, we are the gods' own children, forged in the fire of our tortured pasts, but also blessed with unimaginable gifts.

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