“It was a kind of fire dance in which the stick was thrown and caught, and the flame, tossed and twirled, created… — S.U. Pacat Copy Share Image
“No," said Laurent, almost as if he was realising it for the first time. "I don't think you would. But I know… — S.U. Pacat Copy Share Image
“I remember. You take a great deal of pleasure in small victories." Damen quoted Laurent's words back to him. "It's not small,"… — S.U. Pacat Copy Share Image
“Damen's understanding of Laurent rearranged itself, in order that he might despise him more accurately.” — S.U. Pacat Copy Share Image
“Damen bridged the nine chilly inches at the first opportunity. 'What are you doing? You were the one who warned me about Nicaise.' He… — S.U. Pacat Copy Share Image
“This place sickened him. Anywhere else, you simply killed your enemy with a sword. Or poisoned him, if you had the honourless instincts of… — S.U. Pacat Copy Share Image
“As the heavy latticed iron beetled above their heads, Damen found himself wanting it, wanting disruption, a cry of outrage, or of challenge, wanting… — S.U. Pacat Copy Share Image
“I'm not sure that's quite what I asked," said Laurent. His voice had the same quality as his gaze. "This is close quarters." "Close… — S.U. Pacat Copy Share Image
“When laced into his clothing, Laurent's dangerous grace lent him an almost androgynous quality. Or perhaps it was more accurate to say that it… — S.U. Pacat Copy Share Image
“ Ride! ' went the call, and the individuals of the troop became a single lurching, streaming mass of horseflesh pounding toward the trees.… — S.U. Pacat Copy Share Image
“Stay back, old man. It isn't your business. This is the Prince of Vere.' 'But---I only paid three coppers for him,' said Volo, sounding… — S.U. Pacat Copy Share Image
“It was a kind of fire dance in which the stick was thrown and caught, and the flame, tossed and twirled, created sinuous shapes,… — S.U. Pacat Copy Share Image
“It was with a shock that he felt the touch of Laurent's fingers against the back of his wrist. [...] Laurent was shifting the… — S.U. Pacat Copy Share Image
“Nicaise had picked up a gilt three-pronged fork, but had paused before sampling the dish in order to speak. The fear he'd shown of… — S.U. Pacat Copy Share Image
“When Laurent turned to face him, his eyes were dark. His lips were parted uncertainly. He had lifted his hand to his own shoulder,… — S.U. Pacat Copy Share Image
