She's like a prisoner inside stone walls, and every day the walls get a little thicker, the doorways a little narrower.And? Eddis prompted.Well, said Eugenides, it's a challenge.
Oh, Lady, said the woodcutter, my hurt is overwhelming because it is someone else's pain that makes me cry.
In the silent aftermath, I said, We'll give them a second chance.With my right hand, I reached to the other pocket. I had known as soon as I lifted the false bottom in the gun case and looked undernea...
I cut off your hand. I have been living with your grief and your rage and your pain ever since. I don't think-I don't think I had felt anything for a long time before that, but those emotions at least...
He looked at their shabby clothes in puzzlement.We were traveling anonymously for safety— explained the magus.But surely—
She is not so secure on her throne that she can risk offending her people's gods. No woman can be.
I did not say that I am afraid. He is, though, I think. Afraid of his own desire for power.
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 didn't want to talk to Pol. Pol would want him to go somewhere on the back of a horse.
Costis, what do you think you are doing?
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 will make the boy Thief king? he said. When you could have had me?Attolia allowed a slight smile.A fine revenge for the loss of a hand, said the Mede, close to snarling.I will have my sovereignty,...
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...
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...
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...
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...
I am very good at groveling.
What a strange world it is, where prisoners are left their weapons and the written word is a mortal danger.