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“A wager?" I repeated.
"Yes," he said, and gave me a slow smile, bright with challenge. ...
"Stake?" I asked cautiously. He was still smiling, an odd sort of smile, hard to define.
"A kiss." My first reaction was outrage, but then I remembered that I was on my way to Court, and that had to be the kind of thing they did at Court. And if I win I don't have to collect. I hesitated only a moment longer, lured by the thought of open sky, and speed, and winning.
"Done," I said.”
― Sherwood Smith, , Crown Duel

“A true Englishman doesn't joke when he is talking about so serious a thing as a wager.”
― Jules Verne, Around the World in Eighty Days

“Walking on a path of uncertainties,
Shuffling on the probabilities of uncertainties,
Waging on the possibilities of uncertainties,
Waiting for the occurrences of uncertainties,
Solving the mysteries of wandering uncertainties,
We move, lead and live.”
― Pushpa Rana, Just the Way I Feel

“Now he knew there was so much more to her story and damn if he didn't want to read the whole book.”
― Cassandra Samuels, A Scandalous Wager

“The coals seem to glow with such life, but she knew it was all an illusion.The embers were nothing but the last breath of death. I am like this fire, she thought.I look alive but inside I feel dead.”
― Cassandra Samuels, A Scandalous Wager

“There are some friendships you cannot slay, no matter how many times you wound each other.”
― Susan Lodge, Captain Rockford's Reckoning: A Regency Romance - Love and Betrayal

“You like games,' I tell him. 'How about we play one?'

'What's the wager?'

'If I win,' I say, 'You answer my question. Without evasion.'

Nothing about the way he looks at me suggests that he does not consider these to be large stakes. Still, he nods. 'And what is the game?'

'You have the piece. Just as when we were children, let's see which of us throws better.'

He nods again, taking it from his pocket. The peridot eyes glimmer. 'And if I win?'

'What do you want?' I ask.

He studies me and I study him in return. No smile now can disguise the steel underneath. 'You promise to dance with me so that our practice back in the Court of Moths won't be for nothing.'

'Those are absurd stakes,' I tell him, my cheeks hot.

'And yet they are mine,' he says.”
― Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

“Then, in 1738, Robert Jenkins, a British merchant captain, was summoned to appear in Parliament, where he reportedly claimed that a Spanish officer had stormed his brig in the Caribbean and, accusing him of smuggling sugar from Spain's colonies, cut off his left ear. Jenkins reputedly displayed his severed appendage, pickled in a jar, and pledged "my cause to my country." The incident further ignited the passions of Parliament and pamphleteers, leading people to cry for blood - an ear for an ear - and a good deal of booty as well. The conflict became known as the War of Jenkins' Ear.”
― David Grann, The Wager: A Tale of Shipwreck, Mutiny and Murder

“On January 23, Master Thomas Clark, who had so devotedly protected his young son, died, and the following day his son died, too. Two days later, the cook, Thomas Maclean - the oldest man on the voyage, who had endured hurricanes and scurvy and shipwreck - took his last breath. He was eighty-two.”
― David Grann, The Wager: A Tale of Shipwreck, Mutiny and Murder

“Foul-Weather Jack: A ballad about John Byron went:

Brave he may be, deny it who can,
Yet Admiral John is a luckless man;
And the midshipmen's mothers cry, "Out, alack!
My lad has sailed with Foulweather Jack!”
― David Grann, The Wager: A Tale of Shipwreck, Mutiny and Murder