Borrowed Vows Volume One

Promise Law Lantern Rain came in sideways, the kind that found the gap between collar and skin and wrote its name there. Aisling stood beneath the Civic Offices overhang, watching the Liffey move like a dark thought. The river threw up the city in little broken pieces—lamp filigree, bus lights, the pale oval of a gull—and she let it. Her hands were stuffed into her coat pockets, fingers worrying the corner of an index card until it went soft at the edges.

This title is part of Borrowed Vows, Book 1.