Location: Amsterdam, Where Fire Is Called "Vlam

Brigan was saying her name, and he was sending her a feeling. It was courage and strength, and something else too, as if he were standing with her, as if he'd taken her within himself, letting her rest her entire body for a moment on his backbone, her mind in his mind, her heart in the fire of his. The fire of Brigan's heart was astounding. Fire understood, and almost could not believe, that the feeling he was sending her was love.

Katsa and Po were trying to drown each other and, judging from their hoots of laughter, enjoying it immensely.

When Brocker arrived he took her hands and held them to his face and cried into them.

...you could not measure love on a scale of degrees, and now she understood that it was the same with pain. Pain might escalate upward and, just when you thought you'd reach your limit, begin to spread sideways, and spill out, and touch other people, and mix with their pain. And grow larger, but somehow less oppressive. She had thought herself trapped in a place outside the ordinary feeling lives of people; she had not noticed how many other people were trapped in that place with her.

In the end, Leck should have stuck to his lies. For it was the truth he almost told that killed him.

Bacon improved things dramatically.