By morning, Joscelin was resigned. "You know, betimes I think you are a little mad, Imriel no Montreve," he said to me in the courtyard outside the stable, holding the Bastard's reins.

"You never said that to Phedre," I reminded him.

"Ah, well." He grinned despite himself. "In her case, there is no question.

Author: Jacqueline Carey