Sophos turned red, and I wondered about the circulation of his blood; maybe his body kept an extra supply of it in his head, ready for blushing.

She's like a prisoner inside stone walls, and every day the walls get a little thicker, the doorways a little narrower.

What he brought out was a wooden gag they put in someone's mouth before doing something drastic, like cutting off a leg.

Will there be poppy juice in it?" Phresine shook her head. "Good. My wife and I agreed that only my wine was to be poisoned.

So Sophos thinks you're going to marry me." "While I think you'll marry Sophos." "I might. We'll see what he's like when he grows up.

He lies to himself. If Eugenides talked in his sleep, he'd lie then, too.

Sophos turned red, and I wondered about the circulation of his blood; maybe his body kept an extra supply of it in his head, ready for blushing.