A vida é uma brincadeira dos deuses e não existe justiça. Você precisa aprender a rir ou então vai simplesmente chorar até morrer.
I have kept the faith, Planchard. -Then you are the only man who has Planchard said, and it is an heretical faith.-They crucified Christ for heresy Vexille said, so to be named a heretic is to be one...
Instinct is a strange thing. You cannot touch it, feel it, smell it, or hear it, but you must trust it, and that night, as we listened to the slap of the waves and the creak of the oars, I was as cert...
Oh the madness of battle! We fear it, we celebrate it, the poets sing of it, and when it fills the blood like fire it is a real madness. It is joy! All the terror is swept away, a man feels he could l...
Instinct is everything.
A lord who does not distribute wealth is a lord who will lose the allegiance of his men,
I forget your name, I said.Most people spew shit from their arse, he retorted, you manage it with your mouth.Your mother gave birth through her arse, I said, and you still reek of her shit.
Mais tarde, muito mais tarde, aprendi que a alegria e o medo são exatamente a mesma coisa.
Don't tell me the moon is shining, show me the glint of light on broken glass.
The law. we are told, is what makes us men under God instead of beasts in the ditch
The first sound was the bowstrings, the snap of five thousand hemp cords being tightened by stressed yew, and that sound was like the devil’s harpstrings being plucked. Then there was the arrow sound,...
Thirty paces, twenty, and you can see the eyes of the men who will try to kill you, and see the spear-blades, and the instinct is to stop, to straighten the shields. We cringe from battle, fear claws...
All you need to know, boy, Finan growled, is that Lord Uhtred's side is the one that wins.
People like mystery. They want nothing explained, because when things are explained then there is no hope left. I have seen folk dying and known there is nothing to be done, and I am asked to go becau...
We should know who they are, I said, before we kill them. That's just being polite.
They’re praying to ham bones, ham bones! The blessed pig!
He has a mouth, lord, Gerbruht said.I envy him, I said.Envy him, lord?Most of us have to lower our trews to shit.
You will not say how you are haunted by the faces of the men you killed, how in their last gasp of life they sought your pity and you had none. You will not speak of the boys who died screaming for th...
Serpent-Breath was famous...Wasp-Sting, short and lethal.
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…