Box seats at the Hollywood Bowl went for over one hundred dollars; seats on the grass near the back could sometimes be had for free. Mordichai sat in neither, but he still had the best seat in the house - perched on top of the graceful white arc that rose like an upended teacup out of the Hollywood landscape ( Read more... )

( Aphrodite's Flame pg 100-101 )

Being unexpectedly transported to an unfamiliar castle wasn't the most inconvenient thing that had ever happened to Mordi, but it was going to put a crimp in his afternoon plans ( Read more... )