...a Third [of Three] Had Died In

The Gods Of The Realms Are Many And Varied -- Or They Are The Many And Varied Names And Identities Tagged Onto The Same Being. I Know Not -- And Care Not -- Which.

"a Man Inferior With The Blade Or With His Thoughts Can Still So Elevate Himself," Entreri Explained Curtly, "if He Can Impart The Belief That Some God Or Other Speaks Through Him. It Is The Greatest Deception In All The World And One Embraced By Kings And Lords, While The Minor Lying Thieves On The Streets Or Calimport And Other Cities Lose Their Tongues For So Attempting To Coax The Purses Of Others."

I'm Trying To Make All The Characters Change And Grow, Or Regress.

Also, There Are Authors And Publicists Using The Internet To Manipulate Opinion, Both Positively For A Work And Negatively Against The Competition. I Don't Do This And Can't Stomach It, Honestly.

Selfishly, Perhaps, Catti-brie Had Determined That The Assassin Was Her Own Business. He Had Unnerved Her, Had Stripped Away Years Of Training And Discipline And Reduced Her To The Quivering Semblance Of A Frightened Child. But She Was A Young Woman Now, No More A Girl. She Had To Personally Respond To That Emotional Humiliation, Or The Scars From It Would Haunt Her To Her Grave, Forever Paralyzing Her Along Her Path To Discover Her True Potential In Life.