The queen!" someone shouted in alarm, and the King erupted like a wild animal caught in a snare.

A little danger adds spice to life.

...That he'd seen...two people, a young man and a woman, sitting on invisible furniture with their feet up, reading books and eating chocolates.

Who knows but that you will get up to find that the world has inverted itself yet again?

No man can choose to serve only himself when he has something to offer his state. No one can put his own wishes above the needs of so many.

I think a good book is a good book forever. I don't think they get less good because times change.

Please," he whispered. His voice was low but clear. "Don't hurt me anymore." Attolia recoiled. Once, as a child, she'd thrown her slipper in a rage and had knocked an amphora of oil from its pedestal. The amphora had been a favorite of hers. It had smashed, and the scent of the hair oil inside had lingered for days. She remembered the scent still, though she didn't know what in the stinking cell had brought it to mind.