"Rengel stepped close. Rustleaf, rendered glue, sweat and gin assaulted Temper's nose."

NoK, UK mmpb, p.74

"The old man was grumbling to himself, as usual. The road lay empty save for the retired marine and sail-maker..."

NoK, UK mmpb, p.72

"I was off island the last one, serving on the Stormdriver. But the one afore, I was just a lad, near fifty years ago."

NoK, UK mmpb, p.74