Top Ten Books On My Summer TBR. Goodness, I haven't thought that far!!
They trooped down the stairs and took another right-angle turn to the left. A wooden door, set in an arched opening and reinforced with brass strips, faced them. The area was dimly lit by two lanterns high in the wall beside them. The guard now produced the second key, a smaller one this time. He pounded on the timber door twice in quick succession, then once more after a pause. Then he inserted the key and unlocked the door. Again, the luck turned smoothly and they heard a slight click as it opened. Slaves of Socorro by John Flanagan (pg. 315)