[Text ID 1: Palamedes suddenly grinned. It was a curious act of alchemy that turned his raw-boned, plain face into something magnetic: very nearly good-looking, instead of being the act of three jawbones meeting a chin. “We’ve got three…” End text ID 1
Text ID 2: “…bring hell first,” said Harrow. Gideon looked over her shoulder at her, and caught the Reverend Daughter’s smile. There was blood sweat coming out of her left ear, but her smile was long and sweet and beautiful. Gideon found herself smiling back so hard her mouth hurt. End text ID 2
Text ID 3: …terror rising in her mouth. He smiled, and with that strange alchemy he made lovely, his grey eyes bright and clear. Palamedes entered the sickroom. End text ID 3
Text ID 4: Her eyes opened. A small, astonished smile creased her mouth. The smile transformed her face into an affliction of beauty that Gideon had heretofore managed to ignore. End text ID 4]
