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He couldn't offend the gods with a pointed stick.

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Megan Whalen Turner
Age: 59
Born: 1965
Born: January 1
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I 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.
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Coming from light into the dark, he was looking ahead of him, not down at me. My lunge, as I came to my feet, took him in the chest as I drove the sword upward with the strength of my legs. Even rusted, the sword slid through him, and I found, for the first time, how easy it is to kill a man.
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Ah, said the magus, understanding at once. I see that he means to be prepared if he meets him again. Surely that's unlikely, said Sounis. I don't think unlikely means to him what it does to the rest of us, said the magus.
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I sometimes believe his lies are the truth, but I have never mistaken his truth for a lie.
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What a strange world it is, where prisoners are left their weapons and the written word is a mortal danger.
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Were you lying? I never lie, he said piously. About what? The sand, the snake. For a young man who never lied, he seemed surprisingly unoffended by the question.
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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.
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When we opened the doors, we saw that the entire room was scorched black and you were on the floor possibly dead, surrounded by broken glass. Window glass is expensive, you realize that? Yes, Your Majesty, he said meekly.
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Why didn't you tell me to take Attolia's advice from the beginning? I thought you should figure it out. What you learn for yourself, you will know forever, said Eugenides. Pol used to say that, said Sounis, surprised. I learned it from him. I just wish to my god that I had his patience for the process.
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I can't leave her there all alone, surrounded by stone walls... She's too precious to give up.
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Are you badly hurt? Hideously, said the king, without sounding injured at all. I am disemboweled. My insides may in an instant become my outsides as I stand here before you.
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Irene- Don't call me that. You were the princess Irene the first time we met. It means 'peace', Attolia said. What name could be more inappropriate? That I be named Helen? Eddis suggested. The hard lines in Attolia's face eased, and she smiled. Eddis was a far cry from the woman whose beauty had started a war.
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He looked gravely at the king. It isn't an easy thing to give your loyalty to someone you don't know, especially when that person chooses to reveal nothing of himself. But no matter, Your Majesty. You are revealed at last. The king looked down at his nakedness and back at the captain. Was that a joke? he asked.
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Her queen danced like a flame in the wind, and the mercurial king like the weight at the center of the earth.
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Who am I, that you should love me?
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I think a good book is a good book forever. I don't think they get less good because times change.
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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.
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Because you do not believe? Oh, no, said Attolia bitterly. Because I believe and do not choose to worship.
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