This is what I get? I say Ashe’s name, break my promise, and expose my feelings. And this is what I get in return? Some delusional claim from an equally delusional prisoner? Lor stares at me, and it hurts. I’m not sure if it’s his gaze or the laughter that’s causing the pain. Maybe both; everything hurts at this point. He looks at me in the eyes again, with that disconcerting way he has. I wonder how a crazy man can have such a penetrating gaze. “My brother had a scar,” Lor says quietly. “Just above his left eyebrow. It looked like a tiny fishhook. I used to tease him about it and say he was destined to the greatest fisherman ever, while I was destined to be the greatest Angel King.” He shakes his head. “I guess neither of us turned out great.” My laughter cuts off. Lor is right in front of me, but all I see is Ashe’s face. His delicate features, his thin lips and dark hair. And his eyes, so black they’re fathomless. Above his left eye is the distinctive scar Lor speaks of: a tiny, jagged fishhook that is even paler than the rest of his skin.
What do You think about Counting Shadows (Duplicity)?
