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352 pages, Trade Paperback
First published January 27, 2026
The truth is, I'm not the most patient man who ever lived. When I'm working with Svangerd I find it easier to be patient, because she's about as tranquil as a thunderstorm, and I can score points off her by showing off my ability to sit still and wait. When I'm on my own, however, after a few minutes I start to seethe and fidget, like a man sitting on a beehive.
At least she didn't love me; thank heaven for small mercies. I don't know how people who are loved can bear it, the hideous weight of responsibility. How can you do that to someone, hold their entire happiness in the palm of your hand like that, knowing that if you die (which can always happen, every moment of every day) you'll cause them the worst pain that anyone can ever feel? I couldn't live with myself, carrying that sort of burden. It would crush me flat, like Kotkel's hand around my head.