| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 4 | 585 | View more quotes about light">Light in the booth was furnished by a tiny lamp, dim, burning tharlarion oil, hung from one of the booth's ceiling poles. |
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| 4 | 582 | I thrust through the roped canvas which closed off the selling area. |
| 4 | 583 | Inside, crouching over a fallen man, the merchant, was the attacker, robed in swirling black. |
| 4 | 584 | In his hand there glinted a dagger. |
| 4 | 585 | Light in the booth was furnished by a tiny lamp, dim, burning tharlarion oil, hung from one of the booth's ceiling poles. |
| 4 | 586 | The merchant's assistant, the scribe, his face and arm bleeding, stood to one side. |
| 4 | 587 | The attacker spun to face me. |
| 4 | 588 | In his hand, his left, he clutched an object wrapped in fur; in his right he held the dagger, low, blade up. |