The Hollow Crown (Kingfountain, #4)

by Jeff Wheeler

“Might I remind you that it was your idea to steal the treacle pot and hide it in the bushes?” he said. “How many insects did we eat before we realized that treacle isn’t supposed to be so crunchy?”

“It’s bloody brilliant,” Iago said with a grin. “It’s bloody dangerous,” Lady Evie countered,

Where there is reverence, there is fear, but there is not reverence everywhere that there is fear, because fear has a wider scope than reverence. We fear what we cannot see. We fear what we do see. We fear what we cannot know. We fear what we do know. We fear what may not happen. We fear what does happen.

“Some men woo with honeyed words. I woo with vinegar.” He shrugged. “You are impossible.” “Impossible, incorrigible, incomprehensible, infallible, impassible, and incontrovertible as well.” “You forgot unintelligible,” Trynne muttered darkly, enjoying the banter and the shared memory. “Only because I ran out of breath!”