introduction

Dear Asher,

Art takes many forms. Some people paint, some people dance, and some people kill.

Take me, for instance. Just your average, run-of-the-mill Fae assassin, left hand of the devil, scourge of the preternatural world, and overworked protecter of my little sister.

In between ensuring that she survives long enough to ascend our mother's throne, sending people to Hell, and dealing with species trying to resurrect themselves, forgive me if I can't seem to find the time to help you solve a murder that was so garishly, beautifully done I couldn't have done better myself.

Best of luck,

Salibya, the Crimson Smile

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