He was a thing of books and alembics to me, library and laboratory.
Don’t make mournful faces at me, he added.
Didn't he come to—to ask you for some magic?No, he came to enjoy the view of the Wood, the Dragon said. Of course he came for magic, and I sent him about his business, which is hacking at enemy knight...
Including one gentleman who had been introduced as a poet, although Laurence could not believe this had been an accurate translation: more likely the man was a clerk of some sort.
We leave tonight, he continued, very cold and calm, and we take the eggs with us.
They come and go like seasons, the winter that gives no thought to the spring.
They are ours, he said, although not properly the sailors: they are only along because we would not leave them to drown, and ought to be more grateful for it than they are. Laurence, he said, turning,...
The creaking was every song I’d ever heard about war and battle; the horses clopping along, the drumbeat. All those stories must have ended this same way, with someone tired going home from a field fu...
Rankin put down his glass and stared at him coldly. I beg your pardon? he said. I gather this is some more of your officious—Laurence paid no attention, but seized the back of his chair and heaved. Ra...
Magic was singing in me, through me; I felt the murmur of his power singing back that same song.
Little Irina must be a woman grown by now. A beauty, I have heard, surely?' It was more mockery: he had heard nothing of the sort, of course. I had traveled with my father; the court and his advisers...
It seems to me after a fellow has been mutinied against three or four times, there is something to it besides bad luck.
It is not as though we have not heard of you, Captain Laurence. We have all had a great many arguments, whether your aid would not be too expensive, to begin with.Sir, Laurence said, now baffled, I be...
In short, he tried to teach me as best he could, and to advise me in my blundering through my new forest, though it was foreign country to him. He did still resent my success, not from jealousy but as...
I have been speaking with Dyhern a great deal on the subject of dueling, Temeraire said, and it seems plain to me that something must be done. You must give me your word, Laurence, that if anyone ever...
I hated him and his silence ferociously: I knew he was only letting me convince myself there was nothing to be done.
I had hated him, but I wouldn't have reproached him, any more than I would have reproached a bolt of lightning for striking my house. He wasn't a . . .
I felt argument coiling in my belly.
How did you, he said, pushing himself up on an elbow, indignation finally dawning, and I pushed him back down and kissed him.
He wasn’t a person, he was a lord and a wizard, a strange creature on another plane entirely, as far removed as storms and pestilence.