“Meralda opened her eyes. "I'm for a bath," she said. "Now, and Yvin be hanged." Shingvere crowed. "At last, our battle cry," he said.… — Frank Tuttle Copy Share Image
“The king sent word, at odd intervals, inquiring as to Meralda's progress. She would scrawl hasty replies in return, often suppressing the impulse to… — Frank Tuttle Copy Share Image
“So, have you decided where to stash Tamar, dearest?” “Of course I have. All part of an intricate scheme I formulated long ago.” Darla… — Frank Tuttle Copy Share Image
“Meralda shook her head. "Pay him no attention, gentlemen," she said. "Logic fails. Reason surrenders. Silence is your only defense." "Silence, and a whooping… — Frank Tuttle Copy Share Image
“What about ‘we fight, we die?’” I asked. “What happened to bravery and heroism?” Mister Smith rolled his eyes. “Load of crap,” he said.… — Frank Tuttle Copy Share Image
“He’s insane. Not climb the walls and run about naked insane, but mad in worse ways.” — Frank Tuttle Copy Share Image
