There is no shame in scars, Ismae. by R.L. LaFevers

There is no shame in scars, Ismae.

R.L. LaFevers

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God's Teeth,' he says. 'I was only trying to wake you. You were crying out in your sleep.' 'I was not,' I say, then look from his neck to my knife. 'When I tried to wake you, you stabbed me.' He sounds sore put out. and I cannot blame him.

knives sleep trying

... true faith never comes without anguish. by R.L. LaFevers

... true faith never comes without anguish.

true-faith anguish

So.... You are well equipped for our service.' 'Which is?' 'We ki... by R.L. LaFevers

So.... You are well equipped for our service.' 'Which is?' 'We kill people.

wells people

I pause at the door, wishing I could find a corner and sleep until my head clears, but the sailor said the abbess is expecting me, and while I do not know much about abbesses, I suspect they are not fond of waiting.

waiting sleep doors

It is all we have left to us. And while it is more than I ever dared dream, it is nowhere near enough.

left enough dream

I stare at him coldly. "I do not care for needlework." I pause. "Unless it involves the base of the skull.

staring skulls care

The body on the ground is nothing more than a shell, a husk, and I am filled with a sense of peace. Yes, I think. Yes. This is what I want to be. An instrument of mercy, not vengeance.

shells body thinking

His divine spark lives within me, a presence that will never leave. And I am but one of many tools He has at His disposal. If I cannot act - if I refuse to act - that is a choice I am allowed to make. He has given me life, and all I must do to serve Him is to live. Fully and with my whole heart. With this knowledge comes a true understanding of all the gifts He has given me.

understanding choices heart

He barks out a laugh. "My little rebel. by R.L. LaFevers

He barks out a laugh. "My little rebel.

rebel littles laughing

I am a handmaiden of Death. I walk in His dark shadow and do His bidding. Serving Him is my only purpose in this life.

bidding shadow dark

He smiles then, and even though it is well past midnight, its as... by R.L. LaFevers

He smiles then, and even though it is well past midnight, its as if the sun has just come out.

midnight sun past

When he laces his fingers through mine, my heart does its now familiar panicked flight, bumping painfully against my ribs. My shoulder twitches as if to pull my hand back, but my heart overrules it.

ribs heart hands

Not all men are the same, you know. With someone such as Gavriel, I would suggest appearing aloof, not chasing too much. He might see that as suffocating rather than charming." Her words are sharp, but her voice is sweet, like honey on the edge of a blade, and meant to be cutting. I comfort myself with the knowledge that if Duval ever feels smothered by me, it will be because I am holding a pillow over his face and commending his soul to Mortain.

cutting sweet men

It is this kindness of his that unsettles me most. I can dodge a blow or block a knife. I am impervious to poison and know a dozen ways to escape a chokehold or garrote wire. But kindness? I do not know how to defend against that.

block blow kindness

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

cages way moving

A kiss for luck, demoiselle?" It is a magnificent, lusty kiss and I feel nothing but deep regret that it may be his last. Just before he pulls away, he whispers in my ear. "Duval said to give you that should I get a chance. It is from him.

kissing regret giving

Are men truly such idiots that they cannot resist two orbs of fle... by R.L. LaFevers

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

flesh men two

I bear a deep red stain that runs from my left shoulder down to my right hip, a trail left by the herbwitch's poison that my mother used to try to expel me from her womb.

abortion mother running

However, there are those who deserve to die but who have not yet encountered the means to do so—we help them on their way.

helping mean way

I blew that clay pigeon to smithereens. I don't know why Mum got so upset. According to Uncle Andrew she's a crack shot herself. But she says I'm too young. What I'd like to know is how old does a person have to be before they get to do all the fun stuff?

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