" Morning struck with the promise of a blazing summer's day. More of a threat than a promise. When you watch from a shaded veranda, sipping iced wine as the Red March summer paints lemons onto garden boughs—that's promise. When you have to toil a whole day in the dust to cover a thumb's distance on the map—that's threat. "

― Mark Lawrence , Prince of Fools (The Red Queen's War, #1)