Find something useful to do with your morning,’ she thought to him as she neared her chambers. ‘Do something heroic in front of an audience. Knock a child into a river while no one’s looking...

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

That’s interesting,” Bitterblue said. “You think a conscience requires fear?

But that’s how memory works,” Bitterblue said quietly. “Things disappear without your permission, they come back again without your permission.” And sometimes they come back incomplete or warped

Bitterblue had never seen a man naked, and she was curious. She decided the universe owed her a few minutes, just a few, to satisfy her curiosity. So she went to him and knelt, which...

Only a person with the true heart of a dictionary-writer would be lying in bed, three days after being stabbed in the gut, worrying about his P’s.