My sword, I told him, says I tell the truth, and that you are a stinking bag of wind, a liar from hell, a cheat and a perjurer who deserves death.Up to our arses again, Leofric said.
My dear Lord,’ I said, but not to him. I spoke to Arthur. And I watched and wept, my arm around Ceinwyn, as the pale boat was swallowed by the shimmering silver mist. And so my Lord was gone. And no o...
Love is a voyage too, a voyage with no destination except death, but a voyage of bliss.
Life is simple, I said. Ale, women, sword, and reputation. Nothing else matters.
It was funny, Richard Sharpe thought, that there were no vultures in England.
It was an unsettling thought, that somehow we were sliding back into the smoky dark and that never again would man make something so perfect as this small building.
It is hard to force obedience, he said, without encouraging resentment.
I want it to be the poet's Camelot: green grass and high towers and ladies in gowns and warriors strewing their paths with flowers. I want minstrels and laughter! Wasn't it ever like that?A little, I...
I have learned not to trust those times, because if the world is at peace then it means someone is planning war.
I am Uhtred, son of Uhtred, and this is the tale of a blood feud. It is a tale of how I will take from my enemy what the law says is mine. And it is the tale of a woman and of her father, a king. He w...
How many’s that? I asked the shepherd. Jiggit and mumph, lord, he said. Is that enough? It’s enough, lord. Kill the rest then, I said. Jiggit and mumph? Willibald asked, still shivering. Twenty and fi...
He won’t be happy, I said happily.
He was a startlingly handsome young man, and that, too, distracted him for girls were attracted to him like priests to gold.
He grinned at Sharpe. Christ, but this is joy! What would we do for happiness if peace came? He turned his horse clumsily, rammed his heels back, and whooped as the horse took off. Let’s go get the wh...
Calix meus inebrians.
Senhor Uhtred! - O padre Willibald veio correndo na minha direção. - O que está acontecendo? O que está acontecendo?- Decidi começar uma guerra, padre - respondi cheio de animação. - É muito mais inte...
Nós queremos a fidelidade nas pessoas que amamos, senhora, então não é óbvio que elas a queiram em nós? A fidelidade é um presente que oferecemos aos que amamos.
And Ravn recited a long poem about some ancient hero who killed a monster and then the monster’s mother who was even more fearsome than her son, but I was too drunk to remember much of it. And
You’d do better to repair the fort walls,’ I said. ‘You think the Danes will come again, lord?’ he asked nervously. ‘The Danes always come again.
Your mother didn't give birth to you, I told hint, but farted you out of her shrivelled arsehole.Frightened or not, Asser said, you've taken Peredur's silver, so you must fight them now.Say one more w...