--For 'twere no charity; yet, to wash your blood
From off my hands, here in the view of men
I will unfold some causes of your deaths.

This has all happened before, and it is happening again.

Antinous considers how one might become unlovable.

Jonathan was much the happier, being mourned by one king and loved by two, and do not the loves and griefs of kings exceed those of other men?

Or, capture and death.

Violet starts to see India the way India sees, and everything else falls out of focus.

This is how it happens. There's always a mother, a daughter, and a man.

Well, it's not quite a hairshirt.

"A little humility would be in order."

A great deal of history is written on the body. Bond reads attentively.

He feels Sui Zhou's smile unlace over his pulse, languid and nude in its amusement. "You've had the morning," he answers, unmoved. "The day won't keep for you."

With their house's liveliness lapsed to quiet, and the looming summer rain hanging heavy in the air, Tang Fan seizes upon a temptingly rare proposition of opportunity.