<blockquote>The Penareh docks had been my favorite place as a child. The walkways above the harbor were planked in golden wood, lustrous with a thousand years of painted designs—shells and outmoded galleys, water serpents, gears. Maintained by the power of my ancestors’ deepnames, the designs did not fade or tarnish under the heavy traffic but mellowed with age, almost translucent, a whisper beneath the workmen’s feet.</blockquote>
➤ set in the same world as the other Rose Lemberg story I've bookmarked, but from the perspective of someone from a different one of the various cultures in the area. I don't like this one quite as much as the other, but it's still pretty good
