“The Magus must had eyes like a thief because he told Pol to stop and dismount to walk alongside me, one hand resting just above my knee ready to shake me if I fell asleep. He shook hard and resorted to pinching periodically.” IfsHardHandsEyeWalksReadyKneesShakesThievesPinching Book:World of the Queen's Thief Collection: The Thief, The Queen of Attolia, The King of Attolia, A Conspiracy of Kings, Thick as Thieves Source: World of the Queen's Thief Collection: The Thief, The Queen of Attolia, The King of Attolia, A Conspiracy of Kings, Thick as Thieves
“How do you know that, Philo, dear?" But Philologos had had enough of being condescended to. "Because, Lamion, I am not as dumb as you think I am, even if you are." By the time Lamion had parsed this to make sure that there was in fact an insult at the end of it, Hilarion had laid a restraining hand on his arm.” IfsThinkingKnowsEndsEnoughFactsHandsArmsDearDumbInsultDo You KnowHad EnoughRestrainingAttolia Author:Megan Whalen Turner
“Why did you come if not to murder my king?" "I came to steal his magus." "You can't," said the magus in question. "I can steal anything," Eugenides corrected him, "even with one hand.” IfsSaidI CanHandsKingsMurderStealingAttoliaKing Of Attolia Author:Megan Whalen Turner
“From shadow queen to puppet queen in one rule. That's very impressive. When he rules your country and he tells you he loves you, I hope you believe him. At least that's one lie I didn't tell you.” BelieveCountryHandsLyingLove YouShadowBlowQueensCheeksImpressivePuppetsAttoliaVery Impressive Author:Megan Whalen Turner
“There are a lot of things a person with two hands couldn't steal," Eddis said. "So?" "If it's impossible to steal them with two hands, it's no more impossible to steal them with one. Steal peace, Eugenides. Steal me some time.” IfsPersonsSaidTwoHandsImpossibleStealingTwo HandsAttolia Author:Megan Whalen Turner
“Safety is an illusion, Costis. A Thief might fall at any time, and eventually the day must come when the god will let him. Whether I am on a rafter three stories up or on a staircase three steps up, I am in my god's hands. He will keep me safe, or he will not, here or on the stairs.” StoriesHandsMightFallThreeStepsSafeIllusionSafetyGods WillThievesStairsStep UpStaircasesRaftersKing Of Attolia Author:Megan Whalen Turner
“The king lifted a hand to her cheek and kissed her. It was not a kiss between strangers, not even a kiss between a bride and groom. It was a kiss between a man and his wife, and when it was over, the king closed his eyes and rested his forehead in the hollow of the queen's shoulder, like a man seeking respite, like a man reaching home at the end of the day.” MenEndsHomeHandsEyeWifeKingsKissingSeekingStrangerShouldersQueensHis EyesReachingThe End Of The DayCheeksHollowBridesForeheadsRespiteAttoliaBride And GroomKing Of Attolia Author:Megan Whalen Turner
“The pain was as unexpected as a thunderclap in a clear sky. Eddis's chest tightened, as something closed around her heart. A deep breath might have calmed her, but she couldn't draw one. She wondered if she was ill, and she even thought briefly that she might have been poisoned. She felt Attolia reach out and take her hand. To the court it was unexceptional, hardly noticed, but to Eddis it was an anchor, and she held on to it as if to a lifeline. Sounis was looking at her with concern. Her responding smile was artificial.” IfsHeartHas BeensHandsMightPainFeltClearSkyDrawsConcernBreathsCourtIllUnexpectedChestsReach OutArtificialMight Have BeenAnchorsRespondingDeep BreathLifelinesAttoliaClear Skies Author:Megan Whalen Turner
“I'm sorry, Dite." Dite shrugged away the apology. "You have spared my brother when you could have killed him and you have offered me escape from the cesspit of my family and this court. You know what it means to me, to make music in the court of Ferria. You've put a purse and an impossible dream in my hand. I don't know why you should apologize." "Because I am exiling you, Dite. I intend to raze your patrimony and salt its earth. You emphatically do not need to thank me.” KnowsNeedsShouldMeanDreamHandsEarthImpossibleBrotherMy FamilyCourtSorryMy BrotherSaltApologyApologizingI'm SorryPursesImpossible DreamPatrimony Author:Megan Whalen Turner
“She reached out and touched the king’s face, cupping his cheek in her hand. “Just a nightmare,” he said, his voice still rough. The queen’s voice was cool. “How embarrassing,” she said, looking at his maimed arm. The king looked up then, and followed her gaze. If it was embarrassing to wake like a child screaming from a nightmare, how much more embarrassing to be the reason your husband woke screaming. A quick smile visited the king’s face. “Ouch,” he said, referring to more than the pain in his side. “Ouch,” he said again as the queen gathered him into her arms.” IfsChildrenSaidStillsReasonHandsPainFacesSidesVoiceArmsKingsHusbandQueensTouchedNightmareRoughCheeksEmbarrassingReferringYour HusbandOuch Author:Megan Whalen Turner
“You will make the boy Thief king?" he [Nahuseresh] 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.” SaidHandsChoicesLossBoysMorningFineKingsLoversRevengeRememberedInsultThievesSovereigntyFlatterySpatsAttoliaSnarling Author:Megan Whalen Turner
“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.” HandsSoundVoiceHurtSeeingMovementChestsIt HurtsAttolia Author:Megan Whalen Turner
“We are taught to treat a practice sword with all the respect of a real weapon, so no thoughtless mistakes are made" "Oh... In Eddis, we learn to keep tack of the weapon we have in our hand.” MadeRealHandsMistakePracticeTaughtWeaponsTreats Author:Megan Whalen Turner
“Would you have your hand back, Eugenides? And lose Attolia? And see Attolia lost to the Mede?' Eugenides's eyes were open. In front of his face the floor was littered with tiny bits of glass that glittered in the candlelight. 'You have your answer, Little Thief.” LittlesHandsEyeFacesLostBitsLosesAnswersFrontsGlassesTinyThievesCandlelightAttolia Author:Megan Whalen Turner
“I cut off your hand. I have been living with your grief and your rage and your pain ever since. I don't think-I don't think I had felt anything for a long time before that, but those emotions at least were familiar to me. Love I am not familiar with. I didn't recognize that feeling until I thought I had lost you in Ephrata. And when I thought I was losing you a second time, I realized I would give up anything to keep you-my lip service to other gods, but my pride, too, and my rage at all gods, everything for you.” ThinkingGivingLongHas BeensFeelingsHandsPainLostFeltGriefEmotionCuttingPrideGiving UpLong TimeLosingLipsRageI RealizedFamiliarService To OthersLost YouLip Service Author:Megan Whalen Turner
