"Memories. They were all that she had. No more tangible than the pictures conjured up by books" (Chapter 1, p. 12).

"The wood of the chest was rotten, and as with the other treasures he had dug up, Farid wondered whether the silver might not have been lying under the gallows even before Orpheus wrote his words" (Chapter 3, p. 31).

"Fenoglio was lying in bed, as he had done so often in these last few weeks. Or was it months? It didn't matter" (Chapter 5, p. 45).

"He found it difficult to feel afraid of the boy, although he had heard so much that was bad about him" (Chapter 7, p. 71).

"Perhaps he could seize a sword from one of the soldiers in one of the dark corridors, far from the other guards on duty. For guards stood everywhere with the Milksop's emblem on their chests" (Chapter 9, p. 82).

"She stayed in bed for three...