“One, two, three...was I on my tiptoes when I circled this space? Four, five, six...did counter clockwork make any difference for a prayer? Seven, eight, nine...ten? Was it ten turns that got me dizzy? What could interest me more than counting twirls in the darkness? I sat down to listen. Some pieces made the window shards duller. Gossip was the best price that could be paid.”
Book:Casting Shadows