The Darkling’s head turned. He raised his hands.
“Nej!” bleated the Fjerdan, his knife held high. “I don’t need to see to put my knife through her heart!”
I held my breath. Silence fell in the glen, broken only by the moans of dying men. The Darkling dropped his hands.
“You must realize that you’re surrounded,” he said calmly, his voice carrying through the trees.
I spotted this book in the bookstore (yes, even though stores here have little English books in stock, they do have some). I was immediately pulled towards the book, the cover looked adorable, and the blurb sounded so cute.