Scholar Erkemar Zodesti was regarded as the finest physiker in Lashain, a prodigy with the bone saw and the alchemist’s crucible. He’d also shown complete disinterest, for three days straight, in Jean’s requests for a consultation. Good day,” growled Jean. “May the gods cherish the house wherein such kindness dwells.” He bowed stiffly and left. With work.” Jean fumed as the sound of applause drifted from the garden party. “Indeed. My master has a case which requires the greatest possible skill and discretion—-”

You know what that means?! That I'm gonna re-read all three previous books before this one comes out because I do love them. And I suspect a bunch of friends will join too(the usual suspects). We already have the series in the nomination thread in our awesome Sanctum of Fentasy group(private group; PM me if you want in or speak directly to the mods: Athena and/or Markus). Join and we will discuss details for the re-read/read there!Is that meant to be some poor cousin to a threat? A reminder that you just happened to be present when the Falconer’s terrible judgment finally got the best of him?”

As he stared at the eerie glow, Jean felt a cold itch behind his eyes, and a hard pressure against the fingertips of his right hand. Reeling, he saw images flash in his mind—-fold upon fold of pale silk, needles punching in and out of delicate lace, the rough edge of a cloth unraveling into threads—-the pressure on his fingers was an actual needle, moving up and down, in an endless steady dance across the cloth... .Maybe, had the man taken the time of his life to the keystrokes required for his vapid prolific tweeting into a manuscript instead, perhaps he neednt merit such insult; but he chose not to. Zodesti stood still as Jean blindfolded him, pulled up the cloak’s hood, and pushed the hat down on top of it. It was a good effect. From more than a few feet away, the blindfold would be concealed by the hat or lost in the shadows of the hood.

Trimming the nails on any day but a Penance Day weakens the blood. Tell me, when you were first taken with your symptoms, did you think to swallow an amethyst?” It's been almost 8 years since the release of Republic, and still nothing concrete about the release of this book. I need you to understand,” said Patience, “just how little you understand. I saved your lives in Tal Verrar.”Sir, madam, a thousand pardons,” said the servant at another poke from Jean. Jean stood half a pace behind the man, where neither Zodesti nor his guest could see the true means of his entry into the garden. “A very urgent matter, sir.” In faith,” said Jean, “my patience for mysterious shit went out that door with the money and the furniture. So you explain how you know that name, and I won’t have to feel guilty for—-” I mention all of this because this second time through, I found myself wondering what my problem was the first time. Because honestly, the book is good. Look... I say, look here!” Malcor’s seamy old face grew red. “I might not have Collegium robes, but when I go to the gods they’ll know that I gave an honest damn about lending ease to my patients!” Your pig--ignorance of basic medicine is your own misfortune. You sound like an easterner, though, so I can’t say I’m surprised.”