“Well,
then, for those who meet us, you’ll be my younger sister. My very young and very headstrong little
sister,” he added, growing more
confident with what he felt was the only obvious solution.
“Brother.” She sniffed, her chin
raised to indicate her disdain for his idea.
“I’m your brother. I’m not going
to play some helpless and useless female delicacy to your chest-thumping
hero. I’m perfectly capable of boorish
behavior. I can scratch and spit and
swear with the worst of them. I can pass
as a member of the masculine idiocy. No
insult to yourself, of course.”
(from The Color of
Fate, by Leilani
Dawn)
7*/10. The full review is here.
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