"Either a hermit or a monk, not both," I corrected out of habit."Herald also said he was disfigured." Arabella made big eyes."Yes, I'm a hermit. Mostly I brood," Mad Rogan said. "Also I'm very good at wallowing in self-pity. I spend my days steeped in melancholy, looking out the window. Occasionally a single tear quietly rolls down my cheek."Arabella and Lina snickered in unison."Do you also brush a white orchid against your lips?" Arabella put in."While sad music plays in the background?" Lina grinned."Perhaps," Mad Rogan said.
Burn For Me, By Ilona Andrews.