“Rain watched as his five best warriors squeezed into the tiny parlor, picked their way through the jungle of wedding gifts as if tiptoeing through a nest of Drogan sand vipers, and settled down with stone-faced stoicism to proceed with the humiliating un-warrior-like task of opening presents.... Five lethal glances speared him. For the first time in a thousand years, Rain Tairen Soul threw back his head and laughed.”