“Pekka Rollins couldn’t count the threats he’d heard, the men he’d killed, or the men he’d seen die, but the look in Brekker’s eye still sent a chill slithering up his spine. Some wrathful thing in this boy was beginning to get loose, and Rollin’s didn’t want to be around when it slipped its leash.”

“Pekka Rollins couldn’t count the threats he’d heard, the men he’d killed, or the men he’d seen die, but the look in Brekker’s eye still sent a chill slithering up his spine. Some wrathful thing in this boy was beginning to get loose, and Rollin’s didn’t want to be around when it slipped its leash.”

— Leigh Bardugo