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.

Dying would have been so much easier.

The prison keeper choose an inopportune time to look around the doorway into the cell. He and the king locked gazes, and the king's eyes narrowed while the prison keeper's widened.

Staring at the wall opposite him he presented the queen with a view of his ear and awaited her orders.

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.

[I had a]...Second bowl of oatmeal. It was a little bit gloppy.

What a strange world it is, where prisoners are left their weapons and the written word is a mortal danger.