You Can't Go Wrong With a Cover Like That!
Yagrin ran a finger along the blade and sucked in a deep breath. He
hated this part. The scent of dumpster trash wafted under his nose,
and he pulled his coat tighter around himself. He stuck his head out between the bauble shop and pastry bar he was lurking between.
“Memento sumptus,” he chanted to himself as if that would slay what
felt like eels wriggling in his stomach. His gaze sifted between the traffic.
And there she was.
A pink striped beanie sat tucked tight on her head, curly locks blowing beneath. She wore slender jeans beneath a bright green sweater with
kimono sleeves. His nerves lodged in his throat. His foot wouldn’t stop
tapping.
But his fingers tightened on the dagger in his pocket.
How can you go wrong with an opening like that? I need this book, like now.
hated this part. The scent of dumpster trash wafted under his nose,
and he pulled his coat tighter around himself. He stuck his head out between the bauble shop and pastry bar he was lurking between.
“Memento sumptus,” he chanted to himself as if that would slay what
felt like eels wriggling in his stomach. His gaze sifted between the traffic.
And there she was.
A pink striped beanie sat tucked tight on her head, curly locks blowing beneath. She wore slender jeans beneath a bright green sweater with
kimono sleeves. His nerves lodged in his throat. His foot wouldn’t stop
tapping.
But his fingers tightened on the dagger in his pocket.
How can you go wrong with an opening like that? I need this book, like now.