For Jenny, this little world that was blessed
to have you peeking over my shoulder
while it took shape--
Love Always.

At the height of the long wet summer of the Seventy-Seventh Year of Sendovani, the Thiefmaker of Camorr paid a sudden and unannounced visit to the Eyeless Priest at the Temple of Perelandro, desperately hoping to sell him the Lamora boy.

The lights drew down into the darkness, and then they were gone for good, and the rain swept in like a wall above the sea.