Two Serpents Rise (Craft Sequence, #2)

by Max Gladstone

She was afraid last night.” “Why would she be frightened if she wasn’t guilty?” “I won’t dignify that with a response.”

“Let us all celebrate Alaxic’s retirement.” “The pleasure is mine. I leave you to inherit the rising salaries and health-care costs of my employees, my tempestuous engineering department, and my other bureaucratic diseases.

Chocolate sank a plumb line to his core.

“We have nine hundred steps to climb.” “Hells.” “The trouble with atheism,” Temoc said, “is that it offers a limited range of curses.”