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What concerned Sasha was that attitude of who cares. She thought it was the worst idea anyone could ever plant in the head of a little boy destined to be King.
interest simply faded. It became less and less and less, until a dust of years drew over the bright pleasures of childhood, and they were forgotten.
little boy who couldn’t make all fifteen
Being a King did not interest him because the heads of Kings all too often found their way to spikes on castle walls when things went wrong. But the advisors to Kings . . . the spinners in the shadows . . . such people usually melted away like evening shadows at dawning as soon as the headsman’s axe started to fall.
strychnine;
curare,
He had an instinct for mischief in his head, just as some people have a way with numbers or a clear sense of direction.
slim stone throat
corridor
cormorant.
demurral.
shakos.
It didn’t matter if the sun went behind the clouds and froze you, or came out all hot and white to bake you alive—either way you only accepted, because what the sun did was far beyond the ability of mortal creatures to understand or to change.
The Judge-General would be as apt to imagine himself donning a dress and dancing a hornpipe in the Plaza of the Needle at the full of the moon as he was to guess what Peter was up to.
sampler
The napkins had a strange, faint smell—not of mildew but of must, as if from long disuse—but they were otherwise without fault, each of them twenty rondels by twenty, big enough to cover the lap of even the most dedicated eater.
bluets)
chilblains
foolscap
lees
Flagg’s magic crystal.
If someone has ever told you that being good and being brave means you will never be afraid, what that someone told you is not so.
Did they all live happily ever after? They did not. No one ever does, in spite of what the stories may say. They had their good days, as you do, and they had their bad days, and you know about those. They had their victories, as you do, and they had their defeats, and you know about those, too. There were times when they felt ashamed of themselves, knowing that they had not done their best, and there were times when they knew they had stood where their God had meant them to stand. All I’m trying to say is that they lived as well as they could, each and every one of them;
