I lied.

It made Costis wonder for the first time just how much the stoic man really wants to hide when he unsuccessfully pretends not to be in pain.

Nahuseresh tells me I am not king. Well see if he really prefers the Thief.

That was inappropriate," said Attolia."Inappropriate?" shouted the king. "You in your state on your way to war is inappropriate!""I did not become inappropriate all by myself!" she shouted back."Do you imagine I don't know that?

Nahuseresh tells me I am not king. We'll see if he really prefers the Thief.

I sometimes believe his lies are the truth, but I have never mistaken his truth for a lie.

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.

We could make a treaty without a marriage.""No," he said."You are sure?""Yes," he said.