“Will nodded toward Hadrian. “Look at the swords he’s carrying. A man wearing one—maybe he knows how to use it, maybe not. A man carries two—he probably don’t know nothing about swords, but he wants you to think he does. But a man carrying three swords—that’s a lot of weight. No one’s gonna haul that much steel around unless he makes a living using them.” ThinkingKnowsMenWantLooksDoeTwoUseThreeKnow HowWeightCarrieSteelHaulHadrian Book:Hollow World Source: Hollow World
“Royce turned to Hadrian. “It’s supposed to make them look tough, but all it really does is make it easy to identify them as thieves for the rest of their lives. Painting a red hand on everyone is pretty stupid when you think about it.” “That tattoo is supposed to be a hand?” Hadrian asked. “I thought it was a little red chicken. But now that you mention it, a hand does make more sense.” Royce looked back at Will and tilted his head to one side. “Does kinda look like a chicken.” ThinkingLooksLittlesDoeHandsEasySidesStupidPaintingToughRedSupposed To BeChickensThievesTattooHadrian Author:Michael J. Sullivan
“You think he’s still alive?” Royce asked, nodding his head toward Alric. “Sure,” Hadrian replied without bothering to look. “He’s probably sleeping. Why do you ask?” “I was just pondering something. Do you think a person could smother in a wet potato bag?” Hadrian lifted his head and looked over at the motionless prince. “I really hadn’t thought about it until now.” ThinkingLooksPersonsStillsAsksSleepAliveBotherBagsWetPotatoesPonderingNoddingHadrian Book:The Crown Conspiracy Source: The Crown Conspiracy
“Royce cast a harsh and anxious look at the prince. “What?” Alric asked. “I thought we discussed the importance of keeping a low profile.” “Oh, please.” The prince waved a hand at the thief. “I don’t think it will get me killed if this monk knows I’m the king. Look at him. I’ve seen drowned rats more formidable.” IfsThinkingKnowsLooksHandsKingsPleaseLowsImportanceCastsAnxiousThievesHarshRatsMonkProfileFormidable Author:Michael J. Sullivan
“Stealing swords,” Royce muttered mostly to himself. “Okay, let’s take a look at this tower. The sooner I see it, the sooner I can start cursing.” LooksI CanOkayStealingTowersCursing Author:Michael J. Sullivan
“And you? Did you find the doorknob?” Hadrian picked up a jug and downed several swallows, drinking so quickly some of the water dripped down his chin. He poured some in his palm and rinsed his face, running his fingers through his hair. “I didn’t even get close enough to see a door.” “Well, look on the bright side”—Hadrian smiled—“at least you weren’t captured and condemned to death this time.” “That’s the bright side?” “What can I say? I’m a glass-half-full kinda guy.” WellsLooksEnoughRunningFacesGuySidesWaterHalfDoorsHairDrinkingFingersGlassesPalmsCapturedChinsBright SideHalf FullJugsGlass Half FullHadrian Author:Michael J. Sullivan
“What’s going on?” Royce asked as throngs of people suddenly moved toward him from the field and the castle interior. “I mentioned that you saw the thing and now they want to know what it looks like,” Hadrian explained. “What did you think? They were coming to lynch you?” He shrugged. “What can I say? I’m a glass-half-empty kinda guy.” “Half empty?” Hadrian chuckled. “Was there ever any drink in that glass?” PeopleThinkingKnowsWantLooksGuyHalfSawsFieldsDrinkEmptyMovedGlassesInteriorsCastlesHalf EmptyHadrian Author:Michael J. Sullivan
