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387 pages, Hardcover
First published April 2, 2013
"There is a wild, frantic energy in this part of town that fits my mood perfectly. I raise my head and dare any of the dangers lurking in the shadows to try to match its skill against mine."
"But it is no holy light, simply me, whole and unafraid of who and what I am, eager to do the work I was born to do".
"Someone is happy this morning," he smirks.
"Someone is eager to feel the kiss of cold steel before he's even broken his fast."
"What in the names of the Nine Saints was that? Throwing your sword? Is that some special trick of Saint Camulos?"
He grins, and I am startled by how feral he looks, all gleaming white teeth and pale eyes in a blood-splattered face. Indeed, I do not believe he is quite human in that moment. "It slowed him down, didn't it?"
"I glance up at Beast's face, which is contorted with - horror? Despair? I cannot guess what he is thinking or feeling. He looks down at his enormous, scarred hands. "How you must hate us all," he said."
We all have our secrets. And our scars.
Through the darkness, his big warm hand tenderly takes hold of mine, and I want to weep at the understanding of his touch.
5 out of 10
— Grave Mercy (Жестокое милосердие) #1/3
— Dark Triumph (Темное торжество) #2/3
— Mortal Heart (Беспощадное сердце) #3/3