Megan Whalen Turner: "Tolong, "bisiknya. Suaranya rendah tapi jel...

"Tolong, "bisiknya. Suaranya rendah tapi jelas." Jangan sakiti aku lagi. "Attolia tersentak. Suatu ketika, sebagai seorang anak, dia melempar sandal dengan marah dan mengetuk minyak amphora dari alasnya. "Amphora telah menjadi favoritnya. Itu pecah, dan aroma minyak rambut di dalamnya telah melekat selama berhari-hari. Dia masih ingat aroma itu, meskipun dia tidak tahu apa yang ada dalam sel bau yang membuatnya mengingatnya."

--- Megan Whalen Turner

Versi Bahasa Inggris

Please," he whispered. His voice was low but clear. "Don't hurt me anymore." Attolia recoiled. Once, as a child, she'd thrown her slipper in a rage and had knocked an amphora of oil from its pedestal. The amphora had been a favorite of hers. It had smashed, and the scent of the hair oil inside had lingered for days. She remembered the scent still, though she didn't know what in the stinking cell had brought it to mind.