Shadow of Night

Apart from Matthew and the clothes on our backs, my weaver’s cords were the only objects we were taking back with us.

Once an invitation to share intimacies with me would have been sufficient inducement, and you would not have attached further conditions to my proposal

“The emperor still treasures my sister,” Strada said frostily. “For that reason alone, her whims should be indulged.”

“I’ve tried everything. I’ve reasoned, cajoled, pleaded—hell, I even bribed them.” Master Prior’s buns had only ratcheted up Jack’s energy level.

For once I didn’t cringe at being called another witch’s sister.

His courteous tone bore no resemblance to his high-handed treatment of Widow Beaton.

Yea, when all me so misdeemed, I to most a monster seemed, Yet in thee my hope was strong.

Would he be skilled with his hands like Matthew or all thumbs like me?

shook Matthew’s loyalties

shifted and chimed