Michael J. Sullivan (author) - Hadrian Quotes

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Aren't you going to say, I told you so? Hadrian whispered. What would be the point in that? Oh, so you're saying that you're going to hang on to this and throw it at me at some future, more personally beneficial moment? I don't see the point in wasting it now, do you?

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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.

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If this keeps up, we're going to own Melengar, Hadrian mentioned. What's this we stuff? Royce asked. You're retired, remember? Oh? So you'll be leading the Nationalist advance, will you? Sixty-forty? Royce proposed.

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Any chance he's turned a new leaf and taken up sailing for real? About as likely as me doing it. Hadrian eyed Royce for a heartbeat. I put him at the top of the list.

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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.

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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. (Hadrian)

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You think he's still alive? Royce asked, nodding his head toward Alric. Sure, Hadrian replied without bothering to look. He's probably sleeping. Why do you ask? I was just pondering something. Do you think a person could smother in a wet potato bag? Hadrian lifted his head and looked over at the motionless prince. I really hadn't thought about it until now.

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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.

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I need your help. Royce looked up as if his head weighed a hundred pounds, his eyes red, his face ashen. He waited. One last job, Hadrian told him, then added, I promise. Is it dangerous? Very. Is there a good chance I'll get killed? Odds are definitely in favor of that. Royce nodded, looked down at the scarf in his lap, and replied, Okay.

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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.

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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.

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What's going on? Royce asked as throngs of people suddenly moved toward him from the field and the castle interior. I mentioned that you saw the thing and now they want to know what it looks like, Hadrian explained. What did you think? They were coming to lynch you? He shrugged. What can I say? I'm a glass-half-empty kinda guy. Half empty? Hadrian chuckled. Was there ever any drink in that glass?

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