"Living and breathing art hasn't been a luxury I could afford for a number of years." Due almost entirely to his own choices, admittedly, Elisha thought as he flipped through the pages, the small paintings little more than a blur of color.

"If you feel that way, then maybe you should think about it. I'm sure your brother and sister would be happy to see you become a Spade." He sprayed a thin layer of adhesive and picked up the other endpaper. "If you think you'd be happy there."