If I stand on tiptoe and press my face between the bars of my cell, I can peer out over the dead lovers of the king.*In a kingdom ruled by an undying king, a young girl who wears dead girls' clothes and sleeps in houses not hers finds a boy assassin dying in a ditch.Hazy with sunbeams, she kneels beside him and sings to him.He does not die.So what does one do with deadly little boys?*I should have left you in that ditch.---Enter the tale to discover what an assassin did to the girl who saved him.Content warnings: Death of family, violence, prevented SA Born in Texas but somehow having escaped without the accent, Sonya Lano currently lives in Prague, Czech Republic with two cats and a bunch of dust balls, hairballs, fur balls, spiders, story manuscripts, dreams, chocolate, books, and whatever else is hanging around her flat. Her full-time day job testing software pays the bills while her nights are (mostly) filled with living in other worlds.
