We are almost men, not quite warriors, and on some fateful day we meet an enemy for the first time and we hear the chants of battle, the threatening clash of blades on shields, and we begin to learn t...
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...
They’re frightened that we’ll make a sally and kill them all, Ragnar said, so they’re going to sit there and try to starve us out.
They laughed, but I was melancholy. The remnants of Rome always make me sad, simply because they are proof that we slide inexorably towards the darkness. Once there was light falling on marbled magnif...
They gave death with impunity as they followed a war-maddened Scotsman down an enemy wall that was sticky with blood.
These word-stringers make nothing, grow nothing, kill no enemies, catch no fish and raise no cattle. They just take silver in exchange for words, which are free anyway. It is a clever trick, but in tr...
There is such joy in chaos. Stow all the world's evils behind a door and tell men that they must never, ever, open the door, and it will be opened because there is pure joy in destruction.
There are times, Leofric grumbled, when you are an earsling. An earsling was something that had dropped out of a creature's backside and was one of Leofric's favourite insults. We were friends.
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,...
Their wings will shadow the sun, their breath will scorch the earth, and their fire will consume the righteous!So we all die ?No, no, no! We fight them!How do you fight a dragon ? I asked him.
The spelling of place names in Anglo Saxon England was an uncertain business, with no consistency and no agreement even about the name itself. Thus London was variously rendered as Lundonia, Lundenber...
Soldiers were not paragons; they were scarred, vicious men who took delight in destruction.
So, with no real plan for my future and content to let fate
So you settle to be a slave, eh? Yes, lord, no, lord, let me hold your prick while you piss all over me, lord?
So we all die?'No, no, no! We fight them!''How do you fight a dragon?''With prayer, boy, with prayer.''So we do all die
Silence. We like it when an audience is silent, when no one coughs, no one shuffles, no one cracks a nut, or uncorks an ale bottle with a sudden hiss. Silence means the play is working, and we have th...
She looked at Stiorra and grinned, and I wondered whether that was what the two girls had in common: bad fathers.
Sharpe had no thought of deserting now, for now he was about to fight. If there was any one good reason to join the army, it was to fight. Not to hurry up and do nothing, but to fight the King’s enemi...
Pelos ossos de Deus, Tom, o diabo fez um serviço ruim quando trepou com sua mãe.
Passion, Baird reckoned, was what would take men across the river and up the breach. Damn scientific soldiering now. The science of siege warfare had opened the city, but only a screaming and insane p...