“Hadrian shook his head and sighed. “Why do you have to make everything so difficult? They’re probably not bad people—just poor. You know, taking what they need to buy a loaf of bread to feed their family. Can you begrudge them that? Winter is coming and times are hard.” He nodded his head in the direction of the thieves. “Right?” “I ain’t got no family,” flat-nose replied. “I spend most of my coin on drink.” “You’re not helping,” Hadrian said.” PeopleKnowsNeedsSaidHardHelpingDifficultPoorDrinkWinterBreadNosesFlatsThievesCoinsBad PeopleHadrianWinter Is Coming Book:Hollow World Source: Hollow World
“You’re too visible, Albert,” Hadrian explained. “Can’t afford to have our favorite noble hauled to some dungeon where they cut off your eyelids or pull off your fingernails until you tell them what we’re up to.” “But if they torture me, and I don’t know the plan, how will I save myself?” “I’m sure they’ll believe you after the fourth nail or so,” Royce said with a wicked grin.” IfsKnowsBelieveSaidCuttingPlansNobleTortureVisibleWickedFourthNailsDungeonsEyelidsFingernailsHadrian Book:The Crown Conspiracy Source: The Crown Conspiracy
“So,” Royce said, “you want us to escape from this prison, kidnap the king, cross the countryside with him in tow while dodging soldiers who I assume might not accept our side of the story, and go to another secret prison so that he can visit an inmate?” Arista did not appear amused. “Either that, or you can be tortured to death in four hours.” “Sounds like a really good plan to me,” Hadrian declared.“Royce?” “I like any plan where I don’t die a horrible death.” WantSaidStoriesMightDiesSoundSidesHoursSecretAcceptingFourPlansKingsCrossesPrisonAssumingSoldierHorribleCountrysideAmusedInmatesTowHadrian Book:The Crown Conspiracy Source: The Crown Conspiracy
“It was a trap after all,” Alric said. He turned to Royce. “My apologies for doubting your sound paranoia.” SaidSoundDoubtApologyTrapsParanoia Book:The Crown Conspiracy Source: The Crown Conspiracy
“There you are!” he shouted at them. “Father has half the castle turned out looking for you.” “Us?” Hadrian asked. “Yes.” Fanen nodded. “He wants to see the two thieves in his chambers right away.” “You didn’t steal the silver or anything, did you, Royce?” Hadrian asked. “I would bet it has more to do with your flirting with Lenare this afternoon and threatening Mauvin just to show off,” Royce retorted. “That was your fault,” Hadrian said, jabbing his finger at him.” WantSaidTwoShowsFatherHalfFaultsFingersStealingSilverAfternoonThievesThreateningFlirtingCastlesChamberShowing OffHadrian Author:Michael J. Sullivan
“Another last-minute, good-deed job,” Royce grumbled as he stuffed supplies into his saddlebag. “True,” Hadrian said, slinging his sword belt over his shoulder, “but this is at least a paying job.” “You should have told him the real reason we saved him from Trumbul— because we wouldn’t see the hundred tenents otherwise.” “That was your reason. Besides, how often do we get to do royal contracts? If word gets around, we’ll be able to command top salaries.” “If word gets around, we’ll be hanged.” IfsShouldSaidRealReasonAbleJobsLastsMinutesHundredShould HaveDeedsSavedShouldersCommandContractsRoyalGood DeedsBeltsSalarySuppliesLast MinuteHadrian Book:Theft Of Swords: The Riyria Revelations Source: Theft Of Swords: The Riyria Revelations
“As they climbed into their saddles, Myron bowed his head and muttered a soft prayer. “There,” Hadrian told Royce, “we’ve got Maribor on our side. Now you can relax.” “Actually,” Myron said sheepishly, “I was praying for the horses. But I will pray for you as well,” he added hastily.” WellsSaidSidesPrayerPrayingHorseRelaxSaddlesPraying For YouHadrian Author:Michael J. Sullivan
“Been meddling, have you?” Royce asked, looking around at the hive of activity. “You must admit they didn’t have much in the way of a defense plan,” Hadrian said, pausing to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Royce smiled at him. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?” WaySaidHelpingPlansActivityDefenseSweatWipeForeheadsHelp YourselfHivesMeddlingPausingHadrian Author:Michael J. Sullivan
“There are still eight of us,” Guy pointed out. “Not exactly an even fight.” “I was thinking the same thing,” Mauvin said. “Sadly, there’s no one else here we can ask to join your side.” Guy looked at Mauvin, then Hadrian, for a long moment as the men glared across the ash at each other. Then he nodded and lowered his blade. “Well, I can see I’ll have to report your misconduct to the archbishop.” “Go ahead,” Hadrian said. “His body is buried with the rest of them just down the hillside.” ThinkingMenWellsLongSaidStillsI CanMomentsBodyGuyFightingAsksSidesEightReportsBuriedAshesBladesYour SideMisconductHadrianThinking The Same Author:Michael J. Sullivan
“Right. And our first job is to teach her to give a speech on the Grand Balcony in three days.” “That does not sound too difficult. Has she done much public speaking?” Amilia forced a smile. “A week ago she said the word no.” GivingFirstsDoeSaidDoneJobsThreeDifficultSoundTeachWeekSpeechPublic SpeakingBalconies Author:Michael J. Sullivan
“A—ris—ta?” Degan asked, sounding horse. “What is it?” “A rat bit me,” she said, once again shocked by her own rasping voice. “Jasper does that if—” Gaunt coughed and hacked. After a moment, he spoke again. “If he thinks you’re dead or too weak to fight.” “Jasper?” “I call him that, but I’ve also named the stones in my cell.” “I only counted mine,” Arista said. “Two hundred and thirty-four,” Degan replied instantly. “I have two hundred and twenty-eight.” “Did you count the cracked ones as two?” “No.” IfsThinkingDoeSaidTwoMomentsFightingBitsVoiceFourMinesHundredStonesWeakHorseTwentiesEightCellsThirtySpokesRatsShockedCrackedHacked Author:Michael J. Sullivan
“See, that’s the difference,” Mauvin said. “I suffer a loss and people console me. Royce suffers a loss and whole towns evacuate.” PeopleSaidWholeSufferingDifferencesLossTownsConsole Author:Michael J. Sullivan
