Dragoncrest Cliffs than the war-chariots of the lydians or

Sobo's nose wriggled. Where he might have turned and nipped at his sister for crowding his rear on an ordinary day, he took comfort in her nearness now. Sobo didn't want to be frightened of Haunt. He was almost old enough to feel a little bad about it, too. There was no logical reason to be shy, and she seemed nice, but no amount of rationalizing it to himself would actually untie his tongue.

It was Mireille who did that. Grosye, muttered Sobo, who thought his sister was talking about Haunt's leg. That was certainly a point of interest, but Erzulie and Rosalyn had raised him too well to ask about it. Instead, he crept forward on his belly, past the rabbit, and lifted his nose inquisitively toward Haunt's stump He was tense and wary as he did so, always on the verge of flinching away if she reacted poorly.

As if that was any more polite.