The Tyrant Baru Cormorant (The Masquerade, #3)

by Seth Dickinson

Astride his catamaran yesterday, he’d forgotten the sun’s reflection off the water, and so burnt the underdangle of his tangle.

It had been so sweaty in his linens. Could he be blamed for letting his fruit drop now and then?

“It’s very rude to get cunt on your mother,” Pinion said. Then she began to laugh. “Solit! Solit, come down! We caught our daughter fingering some falca girl in the woods! She’s so embarrassed!”