I am not sure I trust you." "You can trust me with your life, My King." "But not with my wine, obviously. Give it back.

I am not sure I trust you." "You can trust me with your life, My King." "But not with my wine, obviously. Give it back.

I sometimes believe his lies are the truth, but I have never mistaken his truth for a lie.

Thanks to His Majesty," the magus said, and my father seemed startled at the correction but not displeased. He looked thoroughly satisfied and very much like Ina when she has all her embroidery threads arranged to her satisfaction. He looked so pleased that I checked over my shoulder to see if there might be someone else behind me who had drawn his attention.

He couldn't offend the gods with a pointed stick.

Just asleep," Eddis reassured her. At the sound of her voice Eugenides's head turned slightly, but he didn't wake. Attolia, seeing the movement, breathed again and pressed her hand to her chest where it hurt.

A thief never makes a noise by accident.