On the bed, Eugenides stirred restlessly. "Upset at the sight of blood?" he said. "Not my wife, Ornon." "Your blood," the ambassador pointed out. Eugenides glanced at the hook on his arm and conceded the point. "Yes," he said. He seemed lost in memory. The room was quiet.
Megan Whalen TurnerI was not so comfortable with my new authority that I could say 'We eat the chicken now!' but the magus had seen that I was considering it.
Megan Whalen TurnerShe pulled the bedclothes up as far as they would go and suppressed a perverse wish to have her old nurse come to chase away the darkness, perverse because she didn't know if she wanted the shadows to be empty or not.
Megan Whalen Turner