"You know, I'm not actually sure he has a name." This is perhaps not comforting, but then John is blinking at her, waiting for her surprise to make sense. The Sixth is all metal corridors, he recalls. Necromancer's Marriage Season is not a short book, and there is not a single mention of trees.

It puts him ill at ease; there is something tighter and less genuine in his face as he looks back at her, voice still mild. "Looks like it. Let's hope they put that sort of effort into cooking."