married off his daughter

seek the Blind Saint and her Silent Shadow,” the Governor’s voice boomed, though there was an edge of reverence beneath the authority.

Yusha stood at the clinic door, wiping his hands on a stained apron. He didn’t bow. He had faced death too many times to be intimidated by a crown.

“The Saint is busy changing a dressing,” Yusha said, his voice gravelly.continue reading …