by Steven Brust
YOU JUST DID.
“I don’t care. I wouldn’t say that. It isn’t even a Dragaeran idiom.”
IT IS NOW.
“That’s stupid. There aren’t any monkeys here.”
SO NOW YOU’RE AN EXPERT ON DRAGAERAN FAUNA?
“I didn’t say that. Don’t put words in my mouth.”
THAT’S WHAT I DO.
“Yeah, you and Tom Cruise. Just lose the monkey bit, okay?”
I LIKE IT.
“You also like it when I figure out how to get out of those messes you put me in. Now, you want me on your side, or not?”
YOU WANT TO BE ALIVE AT THE END OF THIS BOOK, OR NOT?
I sighed. “Maybe I’ll go walk up to the cottage and ask for sanctuary,” I said. “And then maybe monkeys will fly out of my butt.”
Chapter Fourteen, Outside the Imperial Palace, Page 262
I cut through the park, smiling at all the butterflies. I started skipping. It was such a beautiful day. A puppy barked playfully at me and I stopped to pet it. It seemed so happy, I couldn’t help but sing a cheerful song to it before I went on my way, still skipping.
Chapter Seventeen, Perisil’s Office, Page 307
“I have something to tell you.”
“How, you have something to tell me?”
“You have understood me exactly.”
“Well, I am listening.”
“Listening? Then, you wish me to tell you?”
“Yes, that is it. I am listening, and therefore I wish you to tell me.”
“Shall I tell you now?”
“No.”
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Title
Copyright
Dedication
Acknowledgments
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Interlude: Memory
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Epilogue
Deleted Scenes
Table of Contents
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