Godsgrave

"I`m just pointing out other options. But the deal was struck, and I`ll hold to it. Never let it be said I`m not a woman of my word."
Mister Kindly scoffed, tail curling about Mia`s throat.
"...on the contrary, I feel it should be said as loudly and often as possible..."
Ashlinn flipped the knuckles. "Nobody was talking to you, Mister Positivity."

She stared a moment longer. The killer she`d become warring with the girl she`d been. And slowly, ever so slowly, Mia withdrew the knife.

"Do not allow your sorrows to stray you from your path, Mia."
Mia looked Aalea deep in the eye. Her voice was iron.
"I know my path, Shahiid. Sometimes, sorrow is all that keeps me on it."

The brightest flames burn out the fastest. But in them, there is warmth that can last a lifetime.

"They`d catch me."
"Not if you`re quick. Not if you`re clever."
Thunder rolled beyond the window.
I`m not," the girl said.
"That`s Fear talking. Never listen to him. Fear is a coward."
The girl looked Mia up and down, shaking her head. "I`m not like you."
Mia could see her reflection in the serving girl`s stare as lightning arced across the skies outside. Death pale skin. Gravebone at her side. Shadows in her eyes.
"I`m not sure you want to be like me," she said.

"Must you always play the fool, little moggy?"
"It`s part of my charm."
"This must be some new definition of charm with which I`m unacquainted."

Faith never kept a drowning man from sinking.

I know this much. Some answers are learned. But the important ones are earned.

"You don`t find any irony in earning your place in a cult of assassins by saving half a dozen lives?"

"You cannot afford to pity those men, Mia. Swimming this deep, your compassion will only serve to drown you. You must be as hard and as sharp as the men you hunt."
"If not for the pity I took in my final trial at the Red Church, I`d have been at the initiation feast when Ashlinn and Osrik poisoned the Ministry. We`d all be dead."

Pig`s blood has a very peculiar taste.
The blood of a man is best drunk warm, and leaves a hint of sodium and rust clinging to the teeth. Horse`s blood is less salty, with an odd bitterness almost like dark chocolate. But pig`s blood has an almost bttery quality, like oysters and oiled iron, slipping down your throat and leaving a greasy tang in its wake.
Mia fucking hated it, truth told.

"A girl like you has no place in this sort of business."
"Believe me, Captain," Mia replied. "You`ve never met a girl like me."

Fearless, even staring into the eyes of death, she glared at the tallest guard and twirled her stiletto through her fingers. She thought of Consul Scaeva and Cardinal Duomo. Her familia unavenged. But regret came unltimately from fear, and even there at the finish, she could find none inside her. Only rage that it could end like this.
"Who dies first?" she asked, glaring at the assembled men.

The wolf does not pity the lamb,
And the storm begs no forgiveness of the drowned.

Знаете, в бездне подготовлено особое место для тех, кто убивает маленьких девочек.

Как быстро этот мир избавится от гладиата, который не может поднять меч?

У свиной крови очень специфический вкус. Человеческую лучше пить теплой, и от нее на зубах остается привкус натрия и ржавчины. Конская менее соленая и почему-то горькая, почти как темный шоколад. Но свиная кровь маслянистая, как устрицы или смазанное железо, она скользит по горлу и обволакивает его, как жир.