"If you have a choice in not having a choice about coming,” Fu Meng-po says, eyebrows cocked out from behind the frame of his sunglasses, “then it's not a kidnapping."
“You’re not fun,” Kuan-hung complains. “At all.”
"A little humility would be in order."
He’s done his fair share of fucking up in this line of work, but this might be the worst he’s ever done it.
He feels Sui Zhou's smile unlace over his pulse, languid and nude in its amusement. "You've had the morning," he answers, unmoved. "The day won't keep for you."
Two friends pause together briefly.
Claudius picks just about the worst possible time to ship his nephew off to England. Hal benefits from the diversion.
Ed's still looking for a human connection, and Billy Cole is the next best thing.
A treatise on the use of the riding-whip, or, Fitzjames and Crozier celebrate their safe return with a bit of recreational discipline.
Ned and Hal meet again after a battle, in another London street.
In the wake of Qingming’s revelation, the night bleeds out into a sombre quiet.