" The king dipped his head for half a second. I bowed back to him, but interpreted Shinobu’s quick warning glance to mean that I shouldn’t return bows from underlings. I’d gone up in the world. In more ways than one. Who knew that all I had to do to get respect was blow a place up with my crazy-ass sword and grow four inches in thirty seconds?

  The katana’s hilt quivered under my palm, as if it was laughing. "

― Zoë Marriott , The Night Itself (The Name of the Blade, #1)