Bad things happen all the time. For a rat like me, there's a mucky rainbow of bad. There's the foot stuck in the mud kind, the cold and hungry kind, and the shadows that roam the pea soup. Worse is the bad I don't know about—the kind that gets stuck in your throat. This was one of those. It was the day I died.
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Windwalker (Bedlam #1)
FantasyI thought I was used to bad things happening. Until I ended up dead. Red makes a humble living in the fog and muck of Bedlam as a cat burglar. But when a job goes wrong, she attracts the attention of a malevolent assassin. Death comes calling, and h...
