Both Averill and Bayar were like actors speaking lines for their audience and not to each other.

What kind of love would drive a man for miles through solid rock?

You couldn’t keep your mouth shut? I’m calling you Glitterhair from now on. Or Talksalot.

He keeps this up, he's bound to be caught, she thought. And this time they'll dangle him for certain.

It was a peculiar marriage of interests- Lord Averill and Captain Byrne and Lord Bayar and Han Alister agreeing on anything was as rare as gold in Ragmarket.

Why aren't you dead?" Will demanded.

Jason settled back on the bench. 'I hate to break this to you, but as a rule, wizards are nasty people. They're powerful, capricious, ruthless, egotistical, used to getting their own way. That's being kind.