Bound (Book of the Ancestor, #2.5)

by Mark Lawrence

Sister Apple advised confidence when guessing. With sufficient gravitas even the wildest of lies can be made to sound plausible.

She’d never understood why the equations needed her to solve them. Wouldn’t they be happier left in peace on the pages of dusty books?

“Novice!” Apple’s raised voice arrested Ketti’s retreat. “Sister Pot here is a guest at Sweet Mercy. I can’t let such a shameful effort go unchallenged. I taught you to lie myself. Now do it properly. What was your first mistake?”

But the fact is that few people are able to see value in the words of someone they truly dislike. Have your own opinions spoken back to you by someone you despise and you will likely begin to find fault.

It seemed to Nona a terrible crime to lie with one’s body, to hide murder within an act of affection.

“We’re going to have to fight them,” Ara said. “With what? Harsh language?” “Well, I do have a sharp tongue…” Ara reached up to her mouth and tugged the needle point free.

“It is important, when killing a novice, to ensure you bring a force of sufficient size.”