The Queen of Attolia (The Queen's Thief, Book 2)
Megan Whalen Turner
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When his small mountains country goes to war with the powerful nation of Attolia, Eugenides the thief is faced with his greatest challenge. He must steal a man, he must steal a queen, and he must steal peace.
But his greatest triumph-as well as his greatest loss-can only come if he succeeds in capturing something the Queen of Attolia may have sacrificed long ago.
the queen, but the palace physician was already stepping forward with his assistants. “He’s alive still,” said Galen, after checking for a heartbeat. He started to pick the boy up, but the minister of war tapped his shoulder and stooped himself to gather Eugenides in his arms and carry him inside. The crowd parted to allow him to pass, onlookers catching a single glimpse of Eugenides’s face and then swiveling to eye the Attolians. The Attolians shifted from foot to foot and drew themselves
silence spread away from the bottom of the stair into the throne room like a wave through a small pond, and he stood immobilized by the stares. “Eugenides,” said the queen. He turned to find her in the crowd. She held out a hand, and he stepped down the stairs and across the throne room to take it and bow over it. “My Queen,” he said. “My Thief,” she answered. He lifted his head. She squeezed his hand, and he forbore to argue with her. “Dinner, I think,” said the queen, and the court moved
magus protested. “He will for long enough,” said Eugenides. “Think of it as stealing not you but the king’s faith in you.” “And what happens to me without the king’s faith?” “If you’re smart, you leave Sounis,” said Eugenides. “Quickly.” He waited while the magus thought. They both knew that Sounis was afraid of his advisor’s power, that he chose poor apprentices for the magus to keep that power from growing, and that the king’s heir had been sent to a teacher on the island Letnos to keep him
them across the velvet lining with the nail of her forefinger, resisting touching them as if they might be hot. She snapped the case closed, laid her robe over a chair, and went back to bed and finally to sleep. “She’s retaken Thegmis.” Nahuseresh sat in his office, tapping the edge of a folded message against his knee. Kamet stopped in the doorway. “Will you have the excuse you need to land?” he asked. Nahuseresh picked a letter from the emperor off the secretary’s desk. The emperor wanted
Ephrata’s walls. No doubt Nahuseresh had thought he was eliminating any advisors who might tempt her away from the role of queen to his king. Her attendants waited with warmed robes as she stepped out of the bath. There was no chattering gossip. They all waited, no doubt, for her to ask about the missing attendant. She sat in a chair to have her hair combed. Aglaia tugged at the queen’s ear and started to slide a wire through the lobe with a golden bee swinging from its lower loop. “Not those,”