The sun shone on us, the water sparkled, the oar-blades dipped and we were gone. Gone to make history.
The law says I own that land, and the law, we are told, is what makes us men under God instead of beasts in the ditch.
The fear came then. The shield wall is a terrible place. It is where a warrior makes his reputation, and reputation is dear to us. Reputation is honour, but to gain that honour a man must stand in the...
The church, we're to meet in the church. Do try to wipe that blood off your mail, Uhtred. We're an embassy!
The Holy Grail, the most precious of all Christ’s bequests to man, lost these thousand years and more, and he could see it glowing in the sky like shining blood and about it, bright as the glittering...
So a good man can be a bad Christian?I suppose so.Then a bad man, I said, can be a good Christian?
She is a woman, and what women want, they get, and if the world and all it holds must be broken in the getting, then so be it.
Remember the old saying, my lady, he said slyly. Put a cat to watch a flock and the wolves eat well.
Piglet, Bishop Wulfheard said in a scornful tone. I stared at him, then held up a hand to check Merewalh, who was about to leave the hall. Maybe we don’t need a piglet, I said slowly, as if an idea wa...
Nor did he care about his childhood, for certainly I never heard him speak of it. I once questioned him about his early days and he would not answer. ‘What is the egg to the eagle?’ he asked me, then...
Never do what an enemy expects, Dudda. We’ll go in at dawn. On the flood.
Love is a dangerous thing. It comes in disguise to change our life... Lust is the deceiver. Lust wrenches our lives until nothing matters except the one we think we love, and under that deceptive spel...
It’ll be an honour to serve you, sir, he added.In a French battalion? Gudin teased him.If you don’t flog, sir, and you don’t carve up pricks, then it’ll be more than an honour.
Instinct is a strange thing. You cannot touch it, feel it, smell it, or hear it, but you must trust it,
If the leader is a good man he will be liked and if he’s not, he won’t, and if he is a good man and a bad leader then he is better off dead.
I was born a Saxon, but raised by Danes, my daughter had married a Norseman, my dearest friend was Irish, my woman was a Saxon, the mother of my children had been Danish, my gods were pagan, and my oa...
I ran with him and suddenly I was released from fear as the mad, God-given joy of battle came to me for the very first time. Later, much later, I learned that the joy and the fear are the exact same t...
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...
He had always thought there was an answer to all life's mysteries in the stars, yet whenever he stared at them the answer slipped out of his grasp... But he had to think now, and he stared at the smok...