Apr 26, 2015 17:26
'One of the people at the table was the elder who had spoken to me, the day we'd arrived. Who'd changed the choice of song, when she'd seen that we were in mourning. "Good evening, Grandfather," I said to her, and bowed. Because of my long familiarity with Valskaay, I was fairly sure my choice of gender -- required by the language I was speaking -- was correct.
'She looked at me for ten seconds, and then took a drink of her beer.'
--Ann Leckie, Ancillary Sword
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