Originally published in Dangerous Women, this story was rereleased this past month for Kindle on its own and I just had to have it. I've been in a bit of a reading slump lately. The kind where everything you pick up just isn't to your taste, your interest quickly fading. And so I've put a lot of books down, hoping to find that one that will draw me back in, reminding me why I love stories so much. And I find short stories and novellas, if well done, to be a great means of getting 'back on the horse.' And honestly, you just can't go wrong with anything Sanderson writes. Can I also say, that freakin' cover is breathtaking! And the story inside measures up quite well. 
 I loved the intro to the story, Sanderson's discussion about women and the stereotypical 'dangerous' woman. As stated by Sanderson, they are often found in two varieties, the 'femme fatal' or the 'I wear black leather and kick demon butt.' That's not to say that those women aren't a hell of a time to read or that they aren't ever written well. But Sanderson's take on 'dangerous women,' with the small cast of women in this little tale, is fresh, haunting, and a devilishly good time. I loved these women and I loved this story. It might be a new favorite of mine from him. 
 Here's to hoping he writes more in this world because I would really like to read more stories like this, with not only strong creatively written women as the main role but a whole cast of them. It's down right refreshing!