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298 pages, Paperback
First published October 1, 2012
”Well, look who’s on my front porch,” he said, speaking Empire with this odd hissing accent. “A murderer and a cross-dressing pirate.”
"You know, that pissed me off. We'd traveled half around the world to get to him, and there were monsters chasing us and Naji's curse was impossible to break, and here he was cracking jokes about our professions.”So, as you may have noticed, with her humor and her knife, Ananna won a place in my favorite heroines OF ALL TIMESSSS
"Um... I'm sorry?" I waited for a few minutes, watching him. Then I asked, "Are you going to kill me or what?"Then Naji the famous assassin- Mysterious, reckless, kinda grumpy, and attitude of an actual assassin (not some sissy-pretender). The moment he sat down, sullenly complaining about Ananna saving his life I loved him
"She moved like water, graceful and soft and lovely. Every part of me wanted to stick out my foot and trip her, just to see her stumble.”
"There are three ways of bettering yourself in the Pirates' Confederation, Mama told me once: murder, mutiny, and marriage."
”Two weeks in the desert all on account of some assassin who doesn’t know how to look out for snakes.”
“If you hadn’t killed that snake,” Naji said calmly, “I would have killed you.”
“Oh, shut up.”
“I ain’t never liked snakes. You don’t see enough of 'em on the water to get used to ‘em, really, and when I saw this one I shrieked without meaning to and stuck my knife clean through it, cause my fear had turned me into a fool who only acted on reflex.”
She's beautiful. It means she ain't trustworthy... Beautiful people, things are too easy for 'em. They don't know how to survive in this world. Somebody's ugly, or even plain, normal-looking, that means they got to work twice as hard for things. For anything. Just to get people to listen to 'em, or take 'em serious. So yeah. I don't trust beautiful people.
Give this at least 3 chapters...
...okay, maybe 4 chapters...
...come to think of it, go with 5, just to be safe...
"Scars don't spontaneously emerge overnight, Ananna. They come from somewhere."
And he started to dissolve, turning into shadows like the ones I'd seen the first time he attacked me.
The room got darker and darker and his tattoos glowed brighter and brighter.
”Well, look who’s on my front porch,” he said, speaking Empire with this odd hissing accent. “A murderer and a cross-dressing pirate.”
”Two weeks in the desert all on account of some assassin who doesn’t know how to look out for snakes.”
“If you hadn’t killed that snake,” Naji said calmly, “I would have killed you.”
“Oh, shut up.”