Book Beginning hosted by Rose City Reader is where I share the first sentence (or so) of the book I am currently reading,
along with my initial thoughts about the sentence, impressions of
the book, or anything else the opener inspires.
The day the box came started out like any other.
~pg. 1% eARC
The Friday 56 hosted by Freda's Voice.
The only rules are to grab a book (any book), turn to page 56 or 56% in
your eReader and find any sentence, or a few (no spoilers) that grabs
you and post it.
I smiled, once again feeling that peculiar mix of longing, desire, guilt, and sorrow thrumming through my chest. "It's a date."
~56% eARC
How did I end up in a career where I always have blood on my hands?
Well, let me tell you a story about an assassin who thought she could do
no wrong. . . .
Ten years ago. A blistering hot August night. I remember like it was yesterday. The night I, Gin Blanco, truly became the Spider. Killing people is what I do best, especially now that I’ve honed my Ice and Stone magic. But back then, I had yet to learn one very important rule: arrogance will get you, every single time.
This particular job seemed simple: murder a crooked building contractor with ties to ruthless Fire elemental Mab Monroe. My mentor, Fletcher Lane, had some misgivings, but I was certain that I had the situation under control . . . right up until I exposed my weaknesses to a merciless opponent who exploited every single one of them. There’s a reason assassins aren’t supposed to feel anything. Luckily, a knife to the heart can fix that problem, especially when I’m the one wielding it. . . .
Ten years ago. A blistering hot August night. I remember like it was yesterday. The night I, Gin Blanco, truly became the Spider. Killing people is what I do best, especially now that I’ve honed my Ice and Stone magic. But back then, I had yet to learn one very important rule: arrogance will get you, every single time.
This particular job seemed simple: murder a crooked building contractor with ties to ruthless Fire elemental Mab Monroe. My mentor, Fletcher Lane, had some misgivings, but I was certain that I had the situation under control . . . right up until I exposed my weaknesses to a merciless opponent who exploited every single one of them. There’s a reason assassins aren’t supposed to feel anything. Luckily, a knife to the heart can fix that problem, especially when I’m the one wielding it. . . .
2 comments:
Love that 56! Very intriguing!
Happy weekend!
Maybe she is a surgeon? :)
ENJOY your read.
Enjoy your weekend.
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