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311 pages, Kindle Edition
Published July 21, 2025
“He’ll be fine. See? He’s loving it.” Blink licked the top of the glass again, taking in a delicate sip of the amber liquid. “He’s savoring it. I think he’s a dwarf dog, not a human dog. We give whisky to everything. Kids, pets. Plants.”
“Maybe that’s part of the reason dwarven agriculture is pitied all over the world.”
The hard thing about fighting people with weapons is the instinct to retreat. After all, swords and daggers and axes are sharp and nasty and nobody enjoys getting cut. Almost nobody. But the safest place to be when a person is swinging a long piece of metal at you is not far away; that’s where they want you. You have to get in close, where the weapon’s reach is a hindrance. Where you can hit back.
Her lips twitched at that, flashing into something not quite a smile, but maybe a smile’s younger cousin’s lonely friend from down the street, painfully shy but not really a bad sort once you got to know them.
All I wanted was to finish my drink, then maybe finish a few of its friends so it wasn’t lonely inside my belly, then choose between staring out the window and taking a nap. However, the captain had other ideas.