In Monte Carlo, Lermontov aims to turn Craster's head. It works out differently than intended.
Aumerle doesn't kill his king, but he can't save him, either.
Hockstetter knows all the best places to hide. What else are friends for?
Some guys just can't resist doing a comrade a favor.
Punished, as a boy.
A record of an extremely small kindness.
Goodsir watches Silna after a long day's work, and Silna watches Goodsir.
Nathan is there in the kitchen, waiting for him, unwrapping his hands.
Solomon Tozer proves harder to tame than other men, and Hickey faces his own mutiny in miniature.
It is the sacrilege of it all, maybe, he thinks: men like him are not meant to lay eyes on the Son of Heaven like this, in the quiet moments he strays too close to human.