I'm the sheen on water, Rin thought. I'm a looking glass. I'm not real.

Razo knew he was best at nothing, except maybe cramming two cherries into a single nostril.

A little snark, properly directed, can change the world.

Enna leaned back her head and laughed at the sky. 'Of course he wasn't! Who could kill Razo?

He looked at her, and the clarity of his dark eyes struck her heart with a sensation of a wound touched.

Being a writer is a good, good thing.

It doesn't seem to matter what we think...The prince will come up here and look at us as if we're barrels in a trader's wagon. And if I'm salt pork and he doesn't care for salt pork, then there's nothing I can do.