"Are you badly hurt?"
"Hideously," said the king, without sounding injured at all. "I am disemboweled. My insides may in an instant become my outsides as I stand here before you."
— Megan Whalen Turner (The King of Attolia)

""No 'Glory shall be your reward' for me. Oh, no, for me, it is, 'Stop whining' and 'Go to bed.'" "
— Megan Whalen Turner (The King of Attolia)

"You'll have to pardon me," the magus said. "But with your country at war I can't see how any of it really matters.
Standing up, Eugenides pulled the papers from the magus's hands. "It matters, because I can't do anything, anymore, for this country, and it matters," he yelled as he threw the papers back to his desk, "because I only have one hand and it isn't even the right one!" Turning, he picked an inkpot off the desk and threw it to shatter on the door of his wardrobe, spraying black ink across the pale wood and onto the wall. Black drops like rain stained the sheets of his bed.

...Eddis sighed. "Will you sit down and stop shouting?" she asked.
"I'll stop shouting. I won't sit down. I might need to throw more inkpots."
— Megan Whalen Turner (The Queen of Attolia)

"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."
— Megan Whalen Turner (The Queen of Attolia)

""She's like a prisoner inside stone walls, and every day the walls get a little thicker, the doorways a little narrower."
"And?" Eddis prompted.
"Well," said Eugenides, "it's a challenge." "
— Megan Whalen Turner (The Queen of Attolia)

"Relius looked away. "He said that you...cried," he said softly.
"But not that he cried as well," said the queen, amused at the memory. "We were very lachrymose. ...Would you like to hear more romance of the evening? He told me the Guard should be reduced by half, and I threw an ink jar at his head."
"Is that when he cried?"
"He ducked," said Attolia dryly...
"I had not pictured you for a fishwife."
"Lo, the transforming power of love.""
— Megan Whalen Turner (The King of Attolia)

"He could tell her he loved her. He ached to shout it out loud for the gods and everyone to hear. Little good it would do. Better to trust in the moon's promises than in the word of the Thief of Eddis. He was famous in three countries for his lies."
— Megan Whalen Turner (The Queen of Attolia)

"That is ridiculous," she said.
The king agreed. "Like falling in love with a landslide. Only you could fail to notice."
— Megan Whalen Turner (The King of Attolia)

"'This is the stupidest plan I have ever in my career participated in,' Xenophon said.
'I love stupid plans,' said Eugenides."
— Megan Whalen Turner (The Queen of Attolia)

"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."
— Megan Whalen Turner (The Queen of Attolia)

"From shadow queen to puppet queen in one rule," he whispered. "That's very impressive. When he rules your country and he tells you he loves you, I hope you believe him."
He anticipated her blow and leaned back. Her hand only brushed his cheek in an entirely unsatisfying manner. "At least that's one lie I didn't tell you."
— Megan Whalen Turner (The Queen of Attolia)

"I was listening," the king said, aggrieved. "I closed my eyes to listen better."
"What did you hear?"
"I'm not sure," he said." That's why I was listening so closely. I may have to ask the baron to repeat some parts of his report on his grain tax."
"I am sure you can arrange an appointment."
"I am sure I can too."
— Megan Whalen Turner (The King of Attolia)

"He looked at her and tilted his head very slightly in wonder. He had forgotten, as he always forgot, how beautiful she was. Her hair was held away from her face by the ruby and gold headband that crossed her dark brows. Her skin was flawless and so fair as to be translucent. She dressed as always in an imitation of Hephestia, but it was far easier to imagine the impersonal cruelty of the Great Goddess than to see cruelty in the face in the Queen of Attolia. Looking at her, Eugenides smiled.
Attolia saw his smile, without any hint of self-effacement or flattery or opportunism, a smile wholly unlike that of any member of her court, and she hit him across the face with her hand. His head rocked on his shoulders. He made no sound but sank to his knees..."
— Megan Whalen Turner (The Queen of Attolia)

"Then come out," said the king, helping him, "knowing you'll never die of a fall unless the god himself drops you."
— Megan Whalen Turner (The King of Attolia)

""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."
— Megan Whalen Turner (The King of Attolia)

"...her queen danced like a flame in the wind, and the mercurial king like the weight at the center of the earth..."
— Megan Whalen Turner (The King of Attolia)

""Will there be poppy juice in it?"
Phresine shook her head.
"Good. My wife and I agreed that only my wine was to be poisoned.""
— Megan Whalen Turner (The King of Attolia)

"Who knows but that you will get up to find that the world has inverted itself yet again?"
— Megan Whalen Turner (The King of Attolia)

"She pulled the bedclothes up as far as they would go and suppressed a perverse wish to have her old nurse come to chase away the darkness, perverse because she didn't know if she wanted the shadows to be empty or not."
— Megan Whalen Turner (The Queen of Attolia)

"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."
— Megan Whalen Turner (The King of Attolia)

"You're awake," he said.
"Phresine is not," pointed out the queen.
"Oh?"
"You gave her lethium."
"She gave it to me first."
— Megan Whalen Turner (The King of Attolia)

""It isn't deep," The Eddisian Ambassador said from the other side of the bed. He was leaning over the wound, looking critical and mildly disappointed. Eugenides didn't miss a beat.
"It is...too...deep!" he insisted, outraged."
— Megan Whalen Turner (The King of Attolia)

""My beautiful queen. Your entire court is staring at you, and I can't blame them."
They were, too. The queen turned to look. Her glance swept through the crowd like a reaping sickle through grain. Mouths slammed shut on every side. There was a scuffling sound as the people in the back shifted, trying to screen themselves from view. The queen looked back at the king, who was broadly smiling."
— Megan Whalen Turner (The King of Attolia)

"The prison keeper choose an inopportune time to look around the doorway into the cell. He and the king locked gazes, and the king's eyes narrowed while the prison keeper's widened."
— Megan Whalen Turner (The King of Attolia)

"He waved at his attendants. "I dragged them like a ball and chain all the way across the palace and back."
"If sterner measures are called for, we can find a larger ball and chain." The queen turned and disappeared into the partment.
"Oh, dear," Eugenides muttered as he followed...The queen's sterner measures, dispensed by the Eddisian Ambassador, arrived before dawn."
— Megan Whalen Turner (The King of Attolia)