The news was highly coloured, even if the print was black and white. — Genevieve Cogman

They blew up a library. A library, Kai. They haven’t just offended me, they have attacked and insulted every single citizen of this place who used that library, who contributed to it, who even so much as might have used it someday in the future.

“What business is it of mine if they should want to kill each other? I’d say they both show excellent judgement.”

“Sounds about right to me,” Evariste said harshly. “Not my circus, not my monkeys. If they want to tear each other to bits, they can get on with it, and good luck to them.”

She’d thought the situation couldn’t get much worse. She’d been wrong. The situation could always get worse.