an immovable estate

Those four rings of yours do not allow you to attempt moonrunning! Now, let's get you back where you started, shall we? The moonlight was like a gigantic bolt of silk flung from Goddess Keep to Waes. He slid along it pell-mell, breathless at the speed and the whirl of colors around him. Back in the alley outside the garden again, he watched with his mind as Andrade effortlessly disentangled him from the weave and vanished back along her silken moonlight. It took him a few moments ...

Luck I had the presenee [sic] of mind to dive into Manning's or I was souped.

The mayor rewarded his cronies with cushy plums, requiring little work for handsome pay.