He sighed as he thought of Sophie's soup with the onions and the bones. He thought of her standing in the kitchen in the labyrinth, furious with the fact that she could not get the recipe right for the second time. He thought she would like the sweet cakes. He thought she would want to know what was in them.
He thought: seven days for a spatial ring. Months for the real climb. I am beginning.
...
They found a room as the city's light shifted.
The housing district closest to the Guild had several options for hunters on a budget. They found a small building, a rooming house run by a soul who did not ask many questions and charged twenty-two points per week for a room with three pallet-beds, a window, and access to a shared washing room with running soul-water. Bruce paid the week upfront without bargaining. Stability now was worth the points.
