General Thales, known as the new Theodotos, stood at parade rest with his hands clasped behind his back, dressed in a simple linen tunic with a leather belt, wrist guards and sandals, and no jewelry whatever. He had a square, rugged face, currently looking as if it had been used as a model for a tomb carving in Memphis. His expression didn’t change when their eyes met and she made sure that neither did hers, but she did breathe a little easier when she saw him. — Death of an Eye, 2018
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