Liberty! Man has no liberty except the liberty to obey rules, but who makes the rules? With luck, Kate, it will be reasonable men making reasonable rules.
I would hear him screaming, I would watch him bleed, I would tear his flesh piece by piece before I would worry about Æthelflaed. This was family. This was revenge.
I will never understand Christians. I have seen men and women whip themselves till their backs were nothing but strips of flesh hanging from exposed ribs, watched pilgrims limp on bleeding broken feet...
I still feel a pang every time I look at her,’ I admitted. ‘That’s it, isn’t it?’ he said enthusiastically. ‘A pang! A quickness in the heart.’ ‘Love,’ I said drily. ‘We’re lucky, you and I,’ he said,...
I have a path to follow, I said, and it goes north. North back to Bebbanburg.
I believe the Gods hate to be bored, so I do my best to amuse them. That way they smile on me. Your God,’ Merlin said sourly, ‘despises amusement, demanding grovelling worship instead. He must be a ve...
Enemies come soon enough in a mans life,' he told me, 'you don't need to seek them out
Christians like to dream of the perfect world, a place where there is no fighting, where sword-blades are hammered into plowshares, and where the lion, whatever that is, sleeps with the lamb. It is a...
Children born to unwed mothers,’ he said after a long silence, ‘have parts of their souls missing.
Amavo moltissimo la mia Ceinwyn. Anche ora, dopo anni, sorrido quando la penso; a volte, di notte, mi sveglio con le lacrime agli occhi e so di averle versate per lei. Il nostro amore era nato in una...
All those separate people were a part of my life, strings strung on the frame of Uhtred, and though they were separate they affected one another and together they would make the music of my life.
Victory does not come to men who listen to their fears.
A Mai Dun - riprese Merlino - ci sono andato molto vicino. Davvero molto vicino. Ma sono stato troppo debole, Derfel. Voglio troppo bene ad Artù. Perché? Non è spiritoso, nella conversazione può esser...
Thought folk were buried there? They are! And their treasures! So the dragon guards the hoard. That’s what dragons do. Bury gold and you hatch a dragon, see?
Who summons the dead man? she asked. A fresh corpse, Æthelwold said. A fresh corpse? I asked. Someone must be sent to the world of the dead, he explained, as though it were obvious, to find Bjorn and...
We don't build,' I said to my son, 'we just destroy.
Violence may not be good, my friend, but it has a certain efficiency in the resolution of otherwise insoluble problems.
To ask another man’s blessing is simply to avoid taking the responsibility.
There are seasons of our lives when nothing seems to be happening, when no smoke betrays a burned town or homestead and few tears are shed for the newly dead. I have learned not to trust those times,...
The sight of that loveliness was enough to drive all sense from a man's head.