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 do with anything important, except perhaps for manipulating fools who mistake honor for its bright, shiny trappings. You can always change the perceptions of fools.

Her queen danced like a flame in the wind, and the mercurial king like the weight at the center of the earth.

The Lord of Rags and Tatters.

I hate horses. I know people who think that they are noble, graceful animals, but regardless of what a horse looks like from a distance, never forget that it's as likely to step on your foot as look at you.

I can't leave her there all alone, surrounded by stone walls... She's too precious to give up.

I wanted Ambiades to understand that I considered myself a hierarchy of one.

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.