He didn't marry you to become king. He became king because he wanted to marry you.
Desde temprana edad eran conscientes del escaso valor que el mundo daba a los libros, de manera que no perdían el tiempo con ellos. Mientras que yo, incluso ahora, persisto en creer que esos signos ne...
Anyone who can steal the king's seal ring can manage the locks on his record room.
So Sophos thinks you're going to marry me.While I think you'll marry Sophos.I might. We'll see what he's like when he grows up.
It made Costis wonder for the first time just how much the stoic man really wants to hide when he unsuccessfully pretends not to be in pain.
He whines, he complains, he ducks out of the most obvious responsibility. He is vain, petty and maddening, but he doesn't ever quit.
Según mi experiencia, las emociones no pueden describirse con una sola palabra. «Tristeza», «alegría», «remordimiento», esos términos no me dicen nada. La mejor prueba de que el lenguaje es patriarcal...
Lilies, I rule, heads, you do, he [the King] said, and threw the coin into the air.Lilies, you rule, heads, you throw again, said Attolia.The coin dropped. Eugenides looked at it and then showed it to...
Mi meta en la vida es llegar a ser un adjetivo -dijo-. Que la gente vaya por ahí diciendo: «Eso era tan bankheadiano», o «Un poco demasiado bankheadiano para mi gusto».-Bankheadiano suena bien -dijo M...
I want you to steal something.I smiled. Do you want the king's seal? I can get it for you.If I were you, said the magus, I'd stop bragging about that. His voice grated.My smile grew. The gold ring wit...
Costis flinched and looked away from this compensation to the king's handicap, only to find himself looking into the king's face instead. Eugenides matched Costis look for look, his expression grave,...
The window opened in the same direction as the king's, and there, summer-bright and framed by the darkness of the stairwell, was the same view. Costis passed it, and then went back up the stairs to lo...
She reached out and touched the king’s face, cupping his cheek in her hand.Just a nightmare, he said, his voice still rough.The queen’s voice was cool. How embarrassing, she said, looking at his maime...
We could make a treaty without a marriage.No, he said.You are sure?Yes, he said.
The queen was settling on the edge of the bed, ungainly with hesitation and at the same time exquisite in her grace, like a heron landing in a treetop.