“So, you’re who they call the Reaper,” Tactus drawls. He swings my blade experimentally. “Well, you just look too pretty to be much damage at all.” “Is he flirting with me?” I ask the Tamara girl. “Tactus, go away! Thank you, but now go away,” says the thin, hawkish girl.”

“So, you’re who they call the Reaper,” Tactus drawls. He swings my blade experimentally. “Well, you just look too pretty to be much damage at all.” “Is he flirting with me?” I ask the Tamara girl. “Tactus, go away! Thank you, but now go away,” says the thin, hawkish girl.”

— Pierce Brown