Son of the Shadows
“I, the girl who wanted nothing more than to stay at home and tend her herb patch; I, the girl who loved above all to exchange tales with her family of an evening after supper, instructing fierce strangers on how to hack off a dying man's limb and cauterize the wound with hot iron. I, the daughter of Sevenwaters, alone in the lair of the Painted Man and his band of feral killers; for it had become blindingly clear to me that these must be the very outlaws Eamonn had told of. I, Liadan, making ba...rgains with a man who—what was it Eamonn had said? That he carried out his missions without pride or commitment? I wasn't sure, now, that this description was accurate. I thought both qualities were present, though not perhaps in the way Eamonn would have defined them. The man was singularly unpleasant, there was no doubting that. But why had he agreed to what I proposed if he thought me so misguided?
I pondered this as I told Dog to make ready a brazier just outside and to keep the heat up, and to get a broad dagger ready, red hot, if he could.MoreLess
I pondered this as I told Dog to make ready a brazier just outside and to keep the heat up, and to get a broad dagger ready, red hot, if he could.MoreLess
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