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“Maroc leaps down to the ring-yard, passes a pond of lilies, then the big stones around a purple willow tree and the sandy ground where only training happens. He fixes the gloves on his hands, just as the knight of Kuhawk should before dealing with an unwanted intruder of this â€� house? Manor? Palace? â€� No matter what you call it, if you knew its secrets, you’d call it something else entirely.”
― Misba, The Oldest Dance

“From above, the entire plan of Kuhawk looks like a bird’s nest; the globe looks like a gem at the center.
It’s quiet. Except for the times when music happens.
Like now�

One room in the two-story building glows, violin music emanating from it. Maroc is playing for his master: The Roar of Death Sonata, 1st Movement, one of the legendary Eleven Pieces composed after the Apocalypse.”
― Misba, The Oldest Dance

“Someone is here.
Someone unwanted.
Someone, not a guest.
A noise of footsteps, as subtle as a cat’s, comes. The Mesmerizer narrows his eyes in that direction. “Intruder,â€� he mutters, knowing the stranger can hear him. The Roar of Death Sonata stops. Maroc has sensed the intruder, too.”
― Misba, The Oldest Dance