The Friday 56 is hosted by Freda’s Voice. The rules are simple – turn to page 56 in your current read (or 56% in your e-reader) and post a few non-spoilery sentences.

This week’s quote is from The Priory of the Orange Tree, an absolute BEHEMOTH of a book. It’s an epic fantasy, with dragons and riders and politics and evil vs good, and hidden mages – and a TON of female main characters. So far it’s pretty great!

And of course, with all the women in this book, page 56 is concerned with one of the few MEN.  Heh.

Sometimes he wanted to unmask himself, just to see their faces. To tell them that he was the alchemist who had convinced the young Queen of Inys that he could brew her an elixir of life, removing any need for marriage or an heir. That he was the wastrel who had used Berethnet money to prop up years of guesswork, experiments, and debauchery.

How horrified they would be. How scandalized by his dearth of virtue. They would have no idea that even when he had made his way to Inys ten years ago, a walking tinderbox of pain and anger, he had remained faithful, in some hidden chamber of his heart, to the tenets of alchemy. Distillation, Ceration, Sublimation – these were the only deities that he would ever praise.