"Any number of things, none of them pleasant. What they need is suffering, cruelty, and callousness. They'll do a lot to get it." Deirdre sighs; the flash of irritation in her heart is old, worn, and jagged. "But the fire currently lit under their ass is the succession. The king of the Realms Infernal intends to abdicate, and now his sons strive to prove themselves worthy. And here we are in a jar."