Zosimos Quotes

I tugged Amelia into my lap and whispered something to her. She smiled, and gave a nod, crawling up her dad’s long legs. “Come find the stars with me, Daddy,” she insisted. “Lay in the hay with me.” She was tugging on his hands. “Come on…you can’t see as good sitting up!” “Amelia…” I tilted my head to Brianne to help her sister. “Daddy, come on,” Brianne chimed in. “Lay down!” She went for his other hand and pulled until Liam was scooting down between them and lying on his back, peering up at the stars. The girls were lying on either side of him. “Do you see now, Daddy?” “Yeah,” he grumbled. “I see now!” The girls giggled at his grousing. I smiled and turned, biting my lip against a laugh. “I see Miss Meadows is still sitting up! She needs to get over here and look at the stars, too.” He sat up quickly and I yelped in surprise. His grip was firm. His tug was strong and I was soon flat on my back in the wagon as well…night sky above me. The girls were laughing so hard it made me laugh. I didn’t fight to sit up; I just lay there. His fingers were still around my wrist and he squeezed. I felt the warmth run up my arm…it was like electricity. Could he feel that, too? His thumb pressed my pulse. Yes, he could. Amelia was right between us. Our arms made a teepee above her. She clasped both of her little hands one over each of ours. “No, you do it wrong,” she sighed and undid Liam’s grip around my wrist. She placed our hands together palm to palm. “Like this.” I shivered as he completed the hold, lacing his fingers with mine. “Like that?” His voice was low and soft. “Yes!” Amelia laughed. I let my fingers twine with his. He had to feel them trembling. Brianne sat up and smiled over at me. I saw something in that little face. It was kind of like when she was petting Zosimo. There was a little bit of awe…but a lot more love. She lay back down in the crook of her daddy’s arm. Amelia crawled over us to join her sister. She was dragging a blanket with her to cover up. “Bri, Rissa and Daddy are holding hands,” she said in a loud whisper. Brianne hushed her. “I saw!” They scooted over and started whispering.

One of the most prominent authorities is named Maria—sometimes called Maria Judaea or Mary the Jew—and Zosimos credits her with the development of a broad range of apparatus and techniques. Maria’s techniques include a method of gentle, even heating using a bath of hot water rather than an open flame. This simple but useful invention preserved the legacy of Maria the ancient alchemist, not only for the rest of alchemy’s history, but even down to the present day. It is her name that remains attached to the bain-marie or bagno maria of French and Italian cookery.

I am so happy you are here,” I sighed. I smiled up at him as he drew back.             “Will you come home with me then?” He smiled back.             I reached up and touched his face reverently. “Maybe,” I teased.             He frowned. “I will give you anything…anything that is mine is yours, just ask me for it! Just come home with me today…please, Nerissa!”             “Anything?”             He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me gently into his warmth. “You belong with me and the girls.”             I smiled. “Anything?” I lifted an eyebrow.             He grinned and nodded.             I kissed him tenderly then. “These I already claimed.” I kissed him again for good measure and didn’t know if I wanted to pull away or stop. He tasted quite lovely. “I already have your love…which is too much.” I grasped the collar of his coat and tugged. His eyes softened on me. “Maybe I could ask for Zosimo?”             He chuckled. “He’s yours already.”             I mocked shock. “Your most prized possession?”             His eyes grew serious. “Other than my daughters…you are my most prized possession, Nerissa,” he whispered. His eyes held mine.             “Me?”             “You are mine?”             I nodded dumbly.             “Then, yes.”             I wanted to take him down in the snow right there and kiss him senseless. “And you are mine?” Yes, I heard my own voice tremble, damn it!             He groaned. “No one else’s…ever.

By the Virgin Mother of God!" Baudolino exclaimed. "That worm story was told me by Zosimos! And it was Zosimos who also told me that, according to Cosmos Indicopleustes, in India horses don't exist! And it was Zosimos who told me of methagallinarii and those other beasts! Son of a whore, pot of excrement, liar, thief, hypocrite, trimmer and counterfeiter, adulterer, glutton, coward, voluptuary, sodomite, usurer, simoniac, necromancer sower of discord, cheat!