Excerpt from Feast of Sorrow by Crystal King, plus links to reviews, author biography & more

"Pallas! You fool! Out! Get out!" Rúan yelled at the boy. Balsamea took him by the shoulder and led him away.

The broken glasses were the least of my worries. Despite the gravity of the situation, I could not stop thinking about Apicius's last words to me — the instructions not to eat any food I hadn't directly prepared. I watched the slaves hurry to clean up the mess: Rúan, the ruddy Spaniard with the broom, the girl with the unusual blond hair picking up shards of glass, and all the others milling about. I regarded each of the fifteen slaves, wondering who among them might want to poison me.

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