That crescent . . . He recognized it, didn’t he? “You, Szeth,” the man said, “worship order, do you not? You follow the laws of your society to perfection. This attracted me, though I worry that emotion has clouded your ability to discern. Your ability to . . . judge.” Judgment. “Nin,” he whispered. “The one they call Nalan, or Nale, here. Herald of Justice.” Nin nodded.
DARKNESS
