QUOTE : felt the small hairs at the nape of my neck prickle, and I suddenly remembered something else Sorcha often said. Never let down your guard until you’re off the field of battle. Whether it was instinct, luck, or the Morrigan whispering a warning, I twisted sharply to one side just as the throwing knife spun past my ear. The point of the blade stuck in the scarred face of the wooden target ten paces in front of me. I didn’t turn to see who’d thrown it. I just kept walking and, as I passed the target, reached out and yanked the still-quivering dagger from the wood. A thin line of crimson marred its edge, and I felt the sear from where it had kissed the side of my neck. I wiped the blood off on the hem of my tunic and thrust the knife into my belt. I had just acquired my first new possession.