Ancillary Sentence 11

[ann_leckie]

An empty chair sat beside the Lord of the Radch’s, a table between those chairs held a tea set, flask and bowls of unadorned white porcelain, gracefully lined, the sort of thing that, at first glance, you might take as unremarkable but on second would realize was a work of art worth more than some planets.

Mirrored from Ann Leckie.