[Suzerain of Sheol]

Oh, yes. My window faces due east out the river. Every. Single. Morning I get the spear of dawn in my eye... even if I turn away. :| I have double mirror-doors on my closet right across the room. It isn't fair.

And, another exchange I love, from a book in the same series. For context, the Adjunct to the Empress is traveling in the company of a 300,000 year-old undead warrior named Onos T'oolan and they stop to talk.

"Tell me, Tool, what dominates your thoughts?"
The Imass shrugged before replying. "I think of futility, Adjunct."
"Do all Imass think about futility?"
"No. Few think at all."
"Why is that?"
The Imass leaned his head to one side and regarded her. "Because, Adjunct, it is futile."
"Let's get going, Tool. We're wasting time."
"Yes, Adjunct."
She climbed into the saddle, wondering how the Imass had meant that.