Frederick the Great once said that the greatest crime in war is not to make the wrong decision, but to make no decision.’ Again the Prince gestured at Sharpe with the brandy glass. ‘You should remembe...
Fight well, he said distantly, and remember you are Englishmen!Welshmen, someone intervened. Sir Roger visibly flinched at that and then, without another word, led his three men-at-arms from the churc...
Don't give me your Christian shit about forgiveness.
And we screamed. We screamed our war cry, our shout of slaughter, our joy of being men in battle who are driven by terror.
And afterwards, you recall little, except the blows that so nearly killed you. You work and push and stab to make an opening in their shield wall. And then you grunt and lunge and slash to widen the g...
A parede de escudos.
World rotted as we slid from light into darkness, getting ever nearer to the black chaos in which this middle world would end and the gods would fight and all love and light and laughter would dissolv...
We fight them where we choose or where we must, not always when we want.
There was something about Gawain’s youth and credulity that was driving me to puncture his pious innocence.
Backblade,
And their worship has always made more sense to me than bowing down to a god who belongs to a country so far away that I have met no one who has ever been there. Thor and Odin walked our hills, slept...
Wyrd bið ful āræd. The
Wyrd bið ful āræd. Fate is inexorable. We are given power and we lose it.
Wyrd bið ful āræd, I said, and that is true. Fate is inexorable. Destiny is all. We make oaths, we make choices, but fate makes our decisions.
Wyrd bi ful aræd, fate is unstoppable.
Why do we fight? he asked.Because we were born.
When you are young and powerless you dream of possessing mystical strength, and once you are grown and strong you condemn lesser folk to that same dream,
We pulled slow and steady through the darkness and we hammered the ears of the gods with prayers.
We have forgotten that courage is a choice and that permission to move forward with boldness is never given by fearful masses
To hear the tales told at night-time hearths you would think we had made a whole new country in Britain, named it Camelot and peopled it with shining heroes, but the truth is that we simply ruled Dumn...