I can't leave her there all alone, surrounded by stone walls... She's too precious to give up.
Megan Whalen TurnerAttolia had brushed Eugenides’s cheek almost shyly before sending him with a wave back to his own couch.
Megan Whalen TurnerStichwörter: kings-and-queens
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.
Stichwörter: love
Costis bowed stiffly. “I am here to make sure that you stay in bed, Your Majesty, because if this offends you and you order me summarily executed, it is no loss. Politically speaking.
Megan Whalen TurnerHe didn't want to talk to Pol. Pol would want him to go somewhere on the back of a horse.
Megan Whalen TurnerTreachery," said the Mede.
"Diplomacy," said Attolia, "in my own name.
You will make the boy Thief king?" he said. "When you could have had me?"
Attolia allowed a slight smile.
"A fine revenge for the loss of a hand," said the Mede, close to snarling.
"I will have my sovereignty," said Attolia thinly.
"Oh, yes, a fine one-handed figurehead he will make," spat Nahuseresh. Then he remembered Attolia's flattery earlier that morning. "Or do I insult your lover?" he asked.
"Not a lover," said Attolia. "Merely my choice for king.
Who was the Thief that she would love him? A youth, just a boy with hardly a beard and no sense at all... A liar, she thought, an enemy, a threat. He was brave, a voice inside her said, he was loyal... A fool, she answered back. A fool and a dead one. She ached with emptiness.
Megan Whalen TurnerStichwörter: eugenides
Damn him, damn him, damn him.
Megan Whalen TurnerJust 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.
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