" In Navashtra, in Saypur, a young girl obeys a strange impulse and sings a song to the stones in a nearby quarry. She and the rest of her family, who are picnicking nearby, stare in fear and confusion as the stones slowly roll down the slopes to spell the words: THANK YOU, THAT WAS LOVELY. "

― Robert Jackson Bennett , City of Miracles (The Divine Cities, #3)