Her features were big and moist; her hair was short, mouse-brown, crimped and tied with string.
In regard to Darsh food, the less said the better. The traveler must adjust himself to a Darsh meal as he might a natural catastrophe.
Sabra, on the shore of the north polar sea, was a drab haphazard city with a heterogeneous population whose main goal was to earn sufficient money to go elsewhere.
She was either extremely poised or vastly indifferent.
“Your largesse is not of the ‘regal’ variety. The people of Sarkovy respect reckless liberality above all other virtues.”
Gersen’s mind had become tired; he was bored with his problems and saw no way to escape them.
Navarth ordered dinner with enthusiasm and finesse; never had Gersen enjoyed a finer meal: one which made him regret the limits imposed by the capacity of his stomach.
The woman’s avarice is matched only by the vileness of her cuisine.”
Like Earth, Navarth was old, irresponsible and melancholy, full of a dangerous mirth.
