“More information, please,” Pattern said. “Why not tonight? Is it the day of the week? Do you always not sleep on Jesel? Or is it the weather? Has it grown too warm? The position of the moons relative to—” “It’s none of that,” Shallan said, shrugging. “I just can’t sleep.” “Your body is capable of it, surely.” “Probably,” Shallan said. “But not my head. It surges with too many ideas, like waves against the rocks.
