“If that happened to me, I would have walked straight out,” muttered Dassi. Chayala was surprised at the edge in her voice
“I think that when you stop trying to fly off into the world of the spirit, you have a way with words”
“Dassi.” It was a statement, and she thought her stomach had sunk to her toes, but it managed to sink even further
Shira whipped out two knit beanies. She tugged the black one over her light-brown hair and tossed a gray one onto Dassi’s lap. “Voila!” she said. “We’re married!”
When she heard Papa’s voice, she could not think: He is a prisoner. I am an employee of Hurrem Sultan. She simply thought, Hide, hide, HIDE!
“Fools all of you. You arrest me, when I am just a messenger from a foreign land. I was duped into this. It was all a plan for my downfall. Me, the printer of Salonika”
