After one moment of gripped immobility, the queen bent to kiss the king lightly on one closed eyelid, then on the other. She said, 'I love your eyes.' She kissed him on either cheek, near the small lobe of his… — Megan Whalen Turner Copy Share Image
Your Majesty, you just-" Costis stopped. "Just what?" the king prompted wickedly. Nothing would induce Costis to say out loud that the king had… — Megan Whalen Turner Copy Share
I woke with a terrible headache and wobbled around 'till I fell out the window." "You what?" "Fell out the window. That one over… — Megan Whalen Turner Copy Share
“He looked at her and tilted his head very slightly in wonder. He had forgotten, as he always forgot, how beautiful she was. Her… — Megan Whalen Turner Copy Share
“Useless the Elder was looking at me in amusement. “Not exactly stalwart, are you?” he said.” — Megan Whalen Turner Copy Share
“The magus said thoughtfully, "That lying little monster complained about everything: the food, the horses, the blankets, the company. He even found fault with… — Megan Whalen Turner Copy Share
The king lifted a hand to her cheek and kissed her. It was not a kiss between strangers, not even a kiss between a… — Megan Whalen Turner Copy Share
What he brought out was a wooden gag they put in someone's mouth before doing something drastic, like cutting off a leg. — Megan Whalen Turner Copy Share
One cannot toss ambassadors back like bad fish," said Eugenides. "You treat them with care, or you'll find you've committed an act of war. — Megan Whalen Turner Copy Share
“It might have been preferable," Eddis admitted, dryly, "if you had thrown off your chains of bondage solely for love of me. It would… — Megan Whalen Turner Copy Share
Sophos turned red, and I wondered about the circulation of his blood; maybe his body kept an extra supply of it in his head,… — Megan Whalen Turner Copy Share
Oh, that," said the king with a shrug. "That isn't your honor, Costis. That's the public perception of your honor. It has nothing to… — Megan Whalen Turner Copy Share
What a strange world it is, where prisoners are left their weapons and the written word is a mortal danger. — Megan Whalen Turner Copy Share
