CITTEN IS WRITEN
BOOYEAH
FIRST PART DONE
HERE, HAE SOME
(P.S. If cursing, violence, and generally terrible people who at the main characters is not for you, then this book is not for you) (P.P.S. Case in point, first scene is a drug deal)

Kristoff glanced upwards, trying to gauge whether or not there was an archer. Considering the kind of people who he was dealing with, probably not. That would require forethought. And a marginal amount of intelligence. But, to be safe, he stepped closer to the nearest thing that could be called cover, an old pile of trash.

"You'd better not fuck up Yasmine." He said to himself, knowing she couldn't hear him. The pair of them were doing this alone, since what was supposed to be their backup was to shitfaced to get out of bed. But this was for food, and as Yasmine had elegantly noted, if he didn't do this with her, he would end up as food. For the crows.

Though she had thrown in several dozen more curses.

Three men stepped out of one of the darkened alleys that separates the slums or empty buildings that made up most of this part of Werendough. Two had small knives, the other had what seemed to be a lot in his hands. And by the look of him, he could swing it.

More importantly, the rest is up, with no cover, mainly cause the efforts are being focused and also I can't figure how to do it on my kindle fire
So yeah
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