Who was the Thief that she would love him? A youth, just a boy with hardly a beard and no sense at all... A liar, she thought, an enemy, a threat. He was brave, a voice inside her said, he… — 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
