She could still hear the voice, coming from the open door of a tavern just down the street. She strode down the lane to the pub, squinting into a hazy darkness fragrant with the smell of ale and pipe.

So over the sea they sped
From Falcarragh where the mountains loom
From home and bed
To Inish and their doom...

→ Holder of Lightning, S.L. Farrell.

"Exactly what do I need your help for?" Harrier demanded, exasperated now.

"In the first place, you need me to help you find water-"

"Tiercel can do that!" Harrier was almost sure of that.

→ The Phoenix Endangered, Mercedes Lackey & James Mallory.

"Toss you for it," Adham said, pulling a copper rivet from his pocket. "Heads I take Highcastle, tails, the Widowmaker." The coin spun in midair before Adham caught it and held it out for the others to see. "Tails," he told them. "Looks like I'm headed for Winternest."

"And poor Damin gets to visit his dear old cousin Braun, the lord of Highcastle," Tejay said sympathetically.

→ Warlord, Jennifer Fallon.

A runaway slave would be far less unusual occurrence here at the frontier than an emissary of the Crown warning of a possible invasion. She couldn't allow her identity to be known until she knew who she could trust, who could give her information that would let her act decisively. To do any less would be to invite her own death, and possibly disaster upon the Valley.

→ Furies of Calderon, Jim Butcher.