The coin seemed to almost float over the back of the man's hand, dark fingers barely moving. Shadow was almost too young to comment on it, wasn't much of a one for talking as a kid anyway, just watched silently. The dark man in his tattered finery, black frock coat with buckles and badges and magpie sparkles, laughed without noise ( Read more... )

Low Key saluted offhandedly as he walked out of the cell, that final time, his scarred smile maybe not quite so bright as usual. Shadow lifted the copy of Herodotus’ Histories and grinned back ( Read more... )