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 people follow him.Because they have no choice. They follow, but do they love him?Some do, Appah Rao answered. But what does it matter? Why should a ruler want his people’s love? Their obedience, y...
The General knew he would probably die, for infantry took pleasure in killing cavalry and he would be the leading horseman in the attack on the bridge, but the General was a soldier and he had long le...
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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...
Seven kings will die, she had said, seven kings and the women you love. And Alfred's son will not rule and Wessex will die and the Saxon will kill what he loves and the Danes will gain everything, and...
Put a cat to watch a flock and the wolves eat well.
Os guerreiros defendem o lar, defendem as crianças, defendem as mulheres, defendem a colheita e matam os inimigos que vêm roubar essas coisas. Sem guerreiros a terra seria um lugar devastado, desolado...
One of the things I can’t stand about Christians is their admiration of meekness. Imagine elevating meekness into a virtue! Meekness! Can you imagine a heaven filled only with the meek? What a dreadfu...
No man wanted to face warriors like Finan in battle.
Next time we fight the Danes you'll be with me.You?Because we are warriors, I said, and our job is to kill our enemies, not be nursemaids to weaklings.
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.
May the gods always send me stupid enemies.
It was funny, Richard Sharpe thought, that there were no vultures in England.
Il tempo è una storia e io voglio essere colui che la racconta, non colui che la crea.
If the purpose of life was to be an unpredictable, murderous tyrant, then it would be easy to be godlike, but I suspected we had a different duty and that was to try to make the world better.
I am old now. So old. My sight fades, my muscles are weak, my piss dribbles, my bones ache, and I sit in the sun and fall asleep to wake tired.
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...
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.