“And what did you tell me my time was worth?” he asked.
“A death’s-head hawkmoth,” she said. “Found it on my windowsill this morning. Already dead. I thought you’d appreciate the irony.” Lady K and the Sick man
“You’re a terrible banker,” he whispered. “And what did you tell me my time was worth
“You’re staring again,” he said, not opening his eyes. ” he whispered. “You’re staring again
“In the dream, you were the banker. You sat behind a counter made of frozen lightning. People came to you with their hours, their days, their tiny, tragic decades. And you weighed them on a scale. But you never gave anyone more than they already had. You just told them the truth about what their time was worth.”