There were times when DG felt like she knew Taxon better than she knew the O.Z. Despite the gaps in her memories, that land - that impossible land of magic and twin suns and talking animals and glittering cities - was where she belonged. She knew that. She just wished she knew why.

"They don't understand us. Any of us. Maybe they think this is helping."

And maybe they didn't pay attention when the prisoners made it very clear that they weren't.