Chapter 5: Part 13 - Persimmon
Rata Sum was quiet. What little light she could see from above told Vasha it was the middle of the day. You'd hardly know it on the lower concourse, though, with its shadowed corners and its inhabitants talking in whispers.
Chapter 5: Part 12 - Make Your Mark
Vasha woke to darkness and silence. Disorientation settled over her, until she could hardly say whether she was staring at the ceiling or the floor. There was a trace of light up there, though, outlining a beam across the ceiling, and there was a hard bed under her.
