Mercy Sotira is vengeance, but it’s not personal. It’s just a way to pay the bills. She is the chariot, the hunter and the concealed weapon. It’s not her fault she has her father’s eyes.
Genre Transgressive/literary fiction
Audience age Adult
(Dis)organised crime. Family lost and found. Steals on wheels, deny the feels. Underestimate at your own risk.
MERCY wears gloves with reinforced knuckles, walks with a cane and drives like a demon. She drinks good beer and knows bad people. Short fuse, long memory. Pain is a quiet companion and patience is a distant memory. She doesn’t say much, but she means every word.