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331 pages, Paperback
First published April 1, 2009
“What did you think? They were coming to lynch you?”
He shrugged. “What can I say? I’m a glass-half-empty kinda guy.”
“Half empty? Hadrian chuckled. "Was there ever any drink in that glass?”
"It's elvish for two."
"It was beautiful yet disturbing, like swimming out too far, delving into unknown, unseen, and untamed places."
You don’t win battles with hate. Anger and hate can make you brave, make you strong, but they also make you stupid.
Hadrian looked into her eyes and shook his head. “I hate to say it, and I’m very sorry, but we can’t take—”
“Your money,” Royce abruptly interjected as he spun around. “It’s too much. To take the full twenty-five silver for this job … Ten really seems like more than enough.”
Hadrian raised an eyebrow and stared at his partner but said nothing.
He returned to the fire, where Thrace was dishing out a thick broth of carrots, potatoes, onions, and salted pork. Royce was sitting with a bowl on his lap and a smile on his face.
“You don’t have to be that happy,” Hadrian told him.
“Look, Hadrian—food.”