There's always someone willing to believe malicious rumours.

In ordinary detective novels you never see the consequences of what happens in a story in the next book. That you do in mine.

Faste knew better than to argue with a doctor, since they were the closest things to God's representatives here on Earth.

As a girl, she was a legal prey, especially if she was dressed in a worn black leather jacket and had pierced eyebrows, tattoos, and zero social status.

His attitude had always been that if a woman clearly indicated that she did not want anything more to do with him, he would go on his way. Not respecting such a message would in his eyes, show a lack of respect for her.

Don't exaggerate. Just give your natural bitchy selves full rein

I don't know if I want a steady relationship, but I'm terrified of losing you.