Lay there on my pallet, hoping it would improve soon and wondering, in a distant, unreproachful sort of way, if I was any kind of man at all, and decided that I probably wasn’t.
You're awake, he said.Phresine is not, pointed out the queen.Oh?You gave her lethium.She gave it to me first.
You don’t know what I mean. She is so strong, and you assume that strength has no end, no breaking point. You and Teleus are among the few she still trusts enough to love, and you say yes, she should...
That prison, I said with heartfelt sincerity, Was absolutely the most awful thing that has happened to me in my entire life. I could tell by the way he looked at me that he thought my life had been fi...
Surely it is counterproductive to expect sense from someone you are beating senseless.
One by one, the silence by the bed drew their attention. Even the king was quiet. Exhausted, relieved, he lay boneless and silent. The skin was dragged thin across his cheekbones. His sweaty hair stuc...
Kings don’t move mountains as a favor to a friend,
How do you know that, Philo, dear?But Philologos had had enough of being condescended to. Because, Lamion, I am not as dumb as you think I am, even if you are.By the time Lamion had parsed this to mak...
He reached for a tabletop and ran his hands over it, clutching the edge until his knuckles turned white.He wanted to know that it was solid. Eddis knew that all the world would seem to him insubstanti...
He looked at their shabby clothes in puzzlement.We were traveling anonymously for safety— explained the magus.But surely—
He didn't want to talk to Pol. Pol would want him to go somewhere on the back of a horse.
What a strange world it is, where prisoners are left their weapons and the written word is a mortal danger.
We would have died without the additional men, he admitted matter-of-factly. But we would have taken the entire Mede army with us. Poets would have written about us, and songs would have been sung abo...
We do better when we are praised and worse when we feel unappreciated for our work.
They're going to leave me. All I wanted to do was lie in the dry prickly grass with my feet in a ditch forever. I could be a convenient sort of milemarker, I thought. Get to the thief and you know you...
The prison keeper choose an inopportune time to look around the doorway into the cell. He and the king locked gazes, and the king's eyes narrowed while the prison keeper's widened.
My god is not a ten-devotee-to-the-average-dozen, got-a-priest-on-every-corner kind of god who is always being badgered by his worshipers. He keeps a very close eye on me, and what may look completely...
Muse of poetry, come to his aid, I thought. Could the man produce one more metaphor of husbandry? He seemed to be trying.Green wood, I suggested, but even he sensed that there was something unfortunat...
Mother why does the River not riseIt is not the River's timeWhy does the seed not sproutIt is not the seed's timeWhy does the rain not fallthe leaf not unfurl itselfWhere is the hind and why does she...
Unable to guess the answer, she asked, 'Who am I, that you should love me?''You are my Queen,' said Eugenides. She sat perfectly still, looking at him without moving as his words dropped like water in...