Résultats pour "The Frost King" dans Roman et littérature

With a trust fund I'd never be able to blow through, I didn't need to work a day in my life. I sure as hell didn't need the kind of job I had. But I wasn't in it for the money. It was for personal satisfaction. A love of a job well done. What's that saying about never working a day in your life if you love breaking fingers and burying bodies where they'll never be found? I might be paraphrasing, but it was still the truth. My boss' wife called me a goon—and she wasn't wrong. As second-in-command, I did whatever was needed to keep Black Resorts running smoothly.

It’s my senior year at the Asylum. After this, it’s either college or padded walls for life. They say fake it until you make it, and I’ve gotten really good at faking it. Well, I was really good, until she came along. A blonde transfer student with a sharp tongue and a superiority complex makes me want to see her insides. They call me a sociopath, a maniac, unbalanced. But here, I am king. Repent your sins and beg forgiveness, baby girl.