A Drop of Corruption (Shadow of the Leviathan, #2)

by Robert Jackson Bennett

I coughed, muttered, “Yes,” and gladly turned away. Though this investigation already offered no end of puzzles, I took solace in knowing it would have little to do with that unearthly place.

Doubt

“You know, you are not a stupid person, Din.” “Thank you, ma’am,” I said, pleased. “Or, rather, not an unusually stupid person.” “Thank you, ma’am,” I said, far less pleased.

There was a beat of silence. “You…have mastered a nonverbal language used by a dying sect of monks, ma’am,” I said dubiously, “in less than a day?”

As one does.

“I shall say only—some Iudexii learn the value of justice while they serve. Others come with the conviction already within them. I am of this latter group.” “Why was justice so important to you, ma’am?” “Why do you think?” she snapped. “You’re not stupid. You will come to the conclusion eventually, I’m sure.”

“Go. Let us see what new madness this realm drops at my doorstep.”