Harrow

In a baffling blend of trans-continental traditions, Aurelius touched his forehead, his lips, and his chest, then bowed low. With careless deference, he intoned, “Sprat, for your foresight, your forays, and your forbearance where this big oaf is concerned, you have earned my gratitude! I shall proclaim it in Verit, Terse, Prose, and Skrit!”

—HARROW by C. J. Milbrandt