Hickey makes his mark.

Stewy and Kendall have a standing arrangement at Harvard.

If Jiang Cheng kills him here — so long as he sits with Wei Wuxian’s body in this field until he grows cold, and he does not return to Lotus Pier — his life will have been worth its cost.

Richard likes secrets, and Mowbray likes oaths.

Jonathan was much the happier, being mourned by one king and loved by two, and do not the loves and griefs of kings exceed those of other men?

Or, capture and death.

"Tang Fan," she starts carefully.

Tang Fan has no such concern. "Sui Zhou," is her counter. She dumps their bag at her feet, where its gaped mouth is swiftly fed her belt and chopsticks. "Your poor delicate Qing'er," she complains. "I will find a man and his wife to show me the pity here that you won't."

After— after. When Tang Fan is home, and safe, Sui Zhou sees to it that he is comfortable, then moves to take leave of his imposition.

Violet starts to see India the way India sees, and everything else falls out of focus.

Surely in a world so vast there lie yet stones unturned— slippery things smalled for his spindling fingers to unearth.

An Erebite and a Terror confer over their grievances