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insomnolent_reader 's review for:
The Winner's Kiss
by Marie Rutkoski
Arin was a boy, a slave, a grown man, free. He was all of this at once . . . and something else, too. He realized only now as he plunged his sword down toward the general's throat.
He hadn't been blessed by the god of death.
Arin was the god.
This scene is comparable to when Captain America caught Thor's hammer, in my head.
He hadn't been blessed by the god of death.
Arin was the god.
This scene is comparable to when Captain America caught Thor's hammer, in my head.