27 Jul 2021
The last time Dulcie had seen Palamedes Sextus—or at least the shadow of him, conjured up by Harrowhark to fill out her own little tableau—he had been a corpse, face mangled beyond recognition. But there was no sign of the Sleeper’s damage on him now, and his eyes, lovely even in the puppet she had met earlier, widened behind his glasses. The tapping stuttered to a halt.
“Hi, Pal,” Dulcie said. “I heard you were in the area.”
Dulcie takes a detour on her way out of Harrow's River bubble.
08 Jun 2021
Dulcinea sighs and lets her hand fall back to the sheets. “I sent him straight back to you, I promise. To be honest, I didn’t think you’d let him come at all…but I’m glad you did.” She smiles, revealing a thin line of blood along the inside of her lower lip, and for a moment she looks like a wolf after the kill, bright-eyed and sated. “Awfully selfish of you, keeping him all to yourself like that.”
In the early days at Canaan House, Camilla Hect pays a visit to the Duchess of Rhodes.