Dammit Bard, you're going to set the cat on fire.

Kell resisted the urge to stab a fork into his own leg just to watch his brother wince.

We still have time," Kell assured him, getting to his feet."How do you know?" asked Hastra. "We can't hear the bells down here, and there are no windows to gauge the light." "Magic," Kell said, and then, when Hastra's eyes widened, he gestured to the hourglass sitting on the table with his other tools. "And that.

What are you?” she asked.“A monster,” said Kell hoarsely. “You’d better let me go.”The girl gave a small, mocking laugh. “Monsters don’t faint in the presence of ladies.”“Ladies don’t dress like men and pick pockets,” retorted Kell.Her smile only sharpened. “What are you really?”“Tied to your bed,” said Kell matter-of-factly.”“And?”His brow furrowed. “And in trouble.