Stephen was a fearless soldier whose god literally guided him into battle. Or at least that's what the god did until the god died one day. Three years later, Stephen and his fellow paladins are sheltering with and serving for a different religious order (one whose god doesn't call to warriors) when he rescues, in hilarious fashion, Grace, a woman who turns out to be a sought-after perfumer. Amid a spate of beheadings in the slums and attempted assassinations of a visiting prince, Stephen and Grace fall in love.
That's a fairly horrible description of a truly delightful book. Kingfisher (AKA Ursula Vernon) offers up a sweet tale of a constantly knitting warrior and a perfumer with a difficult past, sprinkled liberally with some truly disgusting passages, including discussions of disembodied heads, flooding cemeteries, and the physical effects of poisons. It's fun, it's funny, it's sweet... really, there's nothing I didn't absolutely love about this book.
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