“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
“Hadrian drew two swords from his sides in a single elegant motion. He flipped one around letting it spin against his palm once. “Need to get a new grip on this one. It’s starting to fray again.” He looked at Will. “Shall we get on with this? I believe you were about to rob us.” NeedsBelieveTwoI BelieveSidesStartingPalmsElegantFlippedFrayHadrianThis I Believe Author:Michael J. Sullivan
“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
“You didn’t really hold back on Braga so Pickering could kill him, did you?” Royce asked after the two were left alone in the hallway. “Of course not. I held off because it’s death for a commoner to kill a noble.” “That’s what I thought.” Royce sounded relieved. “For a minute, I wondered if you’d gone from jumping on the good-deed wagon to leading the whole wagon train.” IfsTwoWholeCoursesLeftGoneMinutesTrainDeedsNobleGood DeedsJumpingLeft AloneRelievedWagonsHallwaysCommoners Book:The Crown Conspiracy Source: The Crown Conspiracy
“Hadrian leapt to his feet. Royce was already up. “Don’t bother,” Esrahaddon told them. “She’s dead, and there’s nothing you can do. The monster cannot be harmed by your weapons. It—” The two were out the door.” TwoCan DoDoorsFeetWeaponsMonstersBotherHadrian Author:Michael J. Sullivan
“You don’t win battles with hate. Anger and hate can make you brave, make you strong, but they also make you stupid. You end up tripping over your own two feet.” TwoEndsHateWinningStrongFeetStupidBattleBraveTrippingHadrianTripping Over 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
