Now all he wanted to do was sit inside, drink his whiskey, watch the shadows move across the ceiling. Anything else filled him with a terrible fatigue.

She would fight for him, but she could not heal him. She would not waste her life trying.

Inej had seen the scant glimmer of what he might become if he let himself.

The one problem with being on the ground floor was that people were a lot more likely to bother you.

“He doesn’t say goodbye,” Inej said. She kept her eyes on the lights of the canal. Somewhere in the garden, a night bird began to sing. “He just lets go.”

Kaz met Pekka’s gaze. “Suffering is like anything else. Live with it long enough, you learn to like the taste.”

querulous

That dark door opened wider. Kaz wanted to walk through it. He would never be whole.

curio