" Isyllt moved carefully forward until her knees bumped stone. A bench, strewn with pillows of threadbare velvet and soft-worn brocade. The stone leeched warmth from her flesh as she sat. She tugged off her right glove, shaking her hand dry. Her breath was harsh and loud in the stillness.

An icy draft heralded the vrykola's arrival, a presence that made the hair on Isyllt's nape prickle. She rose and bowed low, grateful not to stumble or crack her head on anything.

Tenebris' laugh crawled over her skin, cold and slick as oil. "You sit so bravely in the dark." A match crackled and orange-gold light blossomed, brilliant enough to make Isyllt's eyes water. A candle flam quickened and acrid blue smoke coiled through the air. "Is that better? "

― Amanda Downum , The Bone Palace (The Necromancer Chronicles, #2)