| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 21 | 25 | The View more quotes about side">side of my tunic, the yellow of Tyros, was thick and stiff with clotted blood. |
| 21 | 26 | I could feel the dried blood on my left arm, rough and flaking, even between the fingers, where it had run over my wrist and hand. |
| 21 | 27 | There were now more torches and lanterns in the stockade, carried by my men. |
| 21 | 28 | "Give me that crossbow," said one of my men to Sheera. |
| 21 | 29 | She surrendered the weapon. |
| 21 | 30 | Slaves are not permitted weapons. |
| 21 | 31 | "Kneel," I told her. |