placed the food at his elbow and did as he bid her, filling the room with
flickering light and the scent of cloves. Bolton turned a few more pages with
his finger, then closed the book and placed it carefully in the fire. He
watched the flames consume it, pale eyes shining with reflected light. The old
dry leather went up with a whoosh, and the yellow pages stirred as they burned,
as if some ghost were reading them.