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“Tempting as the prospect is," Nathaniel said, "we are not attempting world domination. It sounds fun in theory, but in reality it's a logistical nightmare. All those assassinations and so forth."

At her blank look, he explained, "Silas used to tell me bedtime stories.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns

“I thought you didn't know how to drive a carriage," she shouted over the pounding of hooves.
“Nonsense,” Nathaniel shouted back. “I’m a fast learner when properly motivated.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns

“His severe expression faltered as his hand grazed the cape covering her gown.

"Scrivener," he said carefully, "I don't mean to be forward, but is that a—"

"A sword hidden underneath my dress? Yes, it is."

"I see. And how exactly is it—"

"I thought you didn't mean to be forward." She squeezed his arm. "Come on.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns

“One moment," she said, stealing toward the door. Carefully, she tested the doorknob. It was unlocked. She wrenched it open in a sudden rush of courage, only to promptly slam it shut again in Nathaniel's face. She had recalled, too late, that she was wearing only her shift.

"I'm not decent," she explained, hugging her arms to her chest.

"That's all right," he replied. "I hardly ever am, myself.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns