“Thrazo didn’t ask what caused the noises. Some answers you didn’t want before you had steel in your hand.” — J.L. Coulbeck Copy Share Image
“Thrazo didn’t understand, so he rolled the tea over his tongue, grimaced. “That tasted like boiled regret.” “It’s willowbark.” “Ah. Boiled regret with ideas.” — J.L. Coulbeck Copy Share Image
