'The light disappeared fast, dimming to a washed-out gloom as the sights and sounds of the river faded behind them. Their path was a carpet of dried twigs, pine needles, fallen leaves and yellowed grasses, leading them into a more open woodland than Solancra. Ami listened to the birds sing a mournful song between the creaking of far reaching limbs, the rustle of shivering leaves, and watched as a squirrel darted from her right to scramble up a trunk. Shadow gave way to light and light gave way to shadow, the whole space feeling ethereal, and more unreal to Ami than anything else. It was a dream world, passing quietly, scenery moving around its actors.'

— The Assassin Princess, Chapter Four