I told Ersken, "Lately it's been like living on the knife's edge, never knowing which side I'll fall off on."
Ersken clapped me on the shoulder as we stepped into the street. "Cheer up, Beka. Maybe you were going to fall off that razor's edge before, but not today," he said, as good humored as always. "Today we're going to jump.
― Tamora Pierce, Bloodhound