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313 pages, Hardcover
First published April 23, 2019
“Your fame, Godslayer, precedes you.”
That name again. “Where did you hear that name?” I ask.
“On the tongue of a dying angel, from the mouth of a storm king. It is known.”
Kai is smart. He would know what those six words would do to me, how they would make me want to destroy worlds to reach him, how they would send me reeling toward something as terrible as hope.
“I thought you were turning over a new leaf,” Rissa says to me. “Trying not to kill people.”
“I was, but that was yesterday. Today, with the whole captured and drugged thing? I’m feeling pretty aggro.”
Rissa gestures to Aaron like there’s nothing she can do.

"You look good," I say stupidly. Because he does. He's taken off his blue jacket and the sleeves of his black button-up shirt are rolled up to his elbows, the collar loose and open despite the cold. His familiar rings glint in the light, the big turquoise one I like so much. Everything about him is elegant, even the way he holds the softly glowing cigarette between his long fingers.
"You look good too," he whispers, perfectly sincere.
"Not like you," I gesture to his party clothes.
"Your hair got longer," he says.
"So did yours."