Locklands (The Founders Trilogy, #3)

by Robert Jackson Bennett

Save those you love, she whispered. Fix all that is broken. Do it. Do it now, before it is too late. “Yes,” whispered Clef.

You don’t even see that you’ve got a nail in one of your damned feet, and you’ve been walking in circles for centuries!”

undignified.

“The least awful one,” said Crasedes, “is a phrase that does not exactly inspire confidence…”

“It’ll be like Foundryside again, before Shorefall Night. We’ll just be two people in love, squabbling in a little room together.”

She sighed. What will the evening of this day hold? Will we all even get to have one?

I could never make a free world, he thought. Not like Sancia and Berenice have.

But how many tricks must I use up, he thought, all to catch your eye?

Should have remembered what Sancia always said, she thought. Don’t bother picking a lock if you can just break the door it’s installed in…

Clef stared at Sancia. How many times have I had this choice before me? And how many times did I make the wrong choice?

Joe McKinney.