Excerpt from The Queen’s Dance:
“A rogue,” she accused. “A fisher of ladies. No hook for you; instead you cast sugary words like
a finely woven net, catching as many fish as possible. Before they are aware of their peril,
you’ve got them neatly filleted.”
He pulled back infinitesimally, surprised yet again by her words, and glad for once that there
were no witnesses. “And you, m’lady, prefer the spear to both hook and net, for your words aim
to wound a man. Look about this hall.” He motioned to the assembled lords and guards. “We
are each of us a pike, willing to jump from our lakes and streams into your hands. All would
gladly risk suffocation