Bacon improved things dramatically.

Something caught in her throat at this second thanks, when she'd threatened him so brutally. When you're a monster, she thought, you are thanked and praised for not behaving like a monster. She would like to restrain from cruelty and receive no admiration for it.

She groped forward, hands and feet, in search of darkness, distance and solitude.

You won't even take your bow? Are you planning to throttle a moose with your bare hands, then?

It hurt her eyes, almost, Ror City; and it didn't surprise her that Po should come from a place that shone.

Well, none of it would ever end if she was too afraid for it to begin.

Why are you still here?" she asked. "Shouldn't you be in a cave somewhere inspiring people?