|Behind the scenes|
'The cell was small, a low, cramped space shaped by close, confining walls. The walls projected into the cell space, heightening the feeling of confinement. Crom, hurled against a wall by the force of the guard's shove found that he could scarcely turn around. Exploring the severe little room, he saw that there was no way to lay or sit down comfortably, none to stretch. The shapes and planes of the walls saw to it that a prisoner would always be aware of his imprisonment. The ceiling was transparent, and Crom glimpsed a guard on patrol overhead.
On both sides of the cell were windowlike openings that allowed Crom a view of the cells to his right and left. He forgot his misery a moment when he found himself looking into the face of another captive.'