| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 9 | 62 | "View more quotes about thank">Thank you, Warrior," I said, and turned back to the city. |
| 9 | 63 | Behind me I heard him laugh, much the same bitter laugh that I had heard from the citizen. |
| 9 | 64 | * * * * In wandering through the streets, I came at last to a squat portal in the wall of a cylinder. |
| 9 | 65 | On each side of the door, in a small niche sheltered from the drizzle, there sputtered the yellow flame of a small tharlarion-oil lamp. |
| 9 | 66 | By this flickering light I could read the faded lettering on the door: Kal-da sold here. |
| 9 | 67 | Kal-da is a hot drink, almost scalding, made of diluted Ka-la-na wine, mixed with citrus juices and stinging spices. |
| 9 | 68 | I did not care much for this mouth-burning concoction, but it was popular with some of the lower castes, particularly those who performed strenuous manual labor. |