"Vanilla," she said instantly, scent and 'sense telling her true. She could feel the faint tug of it below her ribs, almost imperceptible—a gentle essence, not a powerful one. "A Nariguan strain."
"The story is very nicely told, and honest, and finds a way to a satisfying resolution that is true to Sarai’s established character." —Rich Horton, Locus
I thought Yut would be glad to see me gone, a respite from my vigilance. Instead she fusses over my departure and sends along one of her owls to see me off. The shadow bird is surprisingly soft, weightless on my shoulder and affectionate, nudging my chin with its burred head. It dissipates before we reach the gate, the limit of Yut's sending.
"The consummation of this attraction, and Yut’s true motives, are very well displayed, and the central fantastical idea, the bulwarks, is fascinating indeed." —Rich Horton, Locus