Location 953:

“This prisoner…who?” “Heboric Light Touch.” Kulp slowly nodded a second time. “Let me think on it, Duiker.” “May I ask what gives you pause?” Kulp scowled. “The thought of another traitorous historian loose in the world, what else?”



Location 1858:

The Trell pushed himself upright. “Where is the library?” “Turn right, proceed thirty-four paces, turn right again, twelve paces, then through door on the right, thirty-five paces, through archway on right another eleven paces, turn right one last time, fifteen paces, enter the door on the right.” Mappo stared at Iskaral Pust. The High Priest shifted nervously. “Or,” the Trell said, eyes narrowed, “turn left, nineteen paces.” “Aye,” Iskaral muttered. Mappo strode to the door. “I shall take the short route, then.” “If you must,” the High Priest growled as he bent to close examination of the broom’s ragged end.



Location 4598:

Fiddler sat up gingerly, moving like an ancient. He was tempted to ask Mappo for an assessment of the damage, especially his ankle, but decided to hold off hearing the likely bad news a while longer. “What’s that man’s story?” “I doubt even he knows.” “I awoke when he was sweeping my head.” “Not surprising.”



Location 6587:

“Children are dying.” Lull nodded. “That’s a succinct summary of humankind, I’d say. Who needs tomes and volumes of history? Children are dying. The injustices of the world hide in those three words. Quote me, Duiker, and your work’s done.”



Location 9711:

Salk Elan met Kalam’s eye, winked. “What if we were to touch on the small matter of those two privateers presently pursuing us?” “They’re not pursuing,” the captain said. He drained his goblet, smacked his lips, then refilled it from the webbed jug. “They are keeping pace, sir, and that is entirely different, as you must surely grasp.” “Well, I admit, I see the distinction less clearly than you do, Captain.” “How unfortunate.” “You might,” the treasurer rasped, “endeavor to enlighten us.” “What did you say? Lightendeavorus? Extraordinary, man!” He settled back in his seat, a contented expression on his face.