The survivors of that confusion would surely be bemused by the argument that Waterloo really was not that important, that if Napoleon had won then he would have still faced overwhelming enemies and ul...
The hall’s door was framed by a pair of vast curved bones that had come from some sea monster.
The god had to be nailed to a cross if he was to become their saviour, and then the Christians blame the man who made that death possible. I thought they should worship him as a saint, but instead the...
The Tippoo’s life seemed charmed. He stepped in blood, but none of it was his and it seemed as though he could not die, but only kill, and so he did, cold-bloodedly, deliberately, exultantly defending...
The Immortals were about to engage the Impregnable. The unbeaten would fight the unbeatable.
Start your killers young, before their consciences are grown. Start them young and they will be lethal.
Sometimes, when I tell folk my story, they ask why I did not run away from the pagans, why I did not escape southward into the lands where the Danes did not yet rule, but it never occurred to me to tr...
Someone wise, I forget who, said we must leave our children to fate.
Some Gods are wicked, Derfel. And besides, they have no duty to us, only we to them. Maybe it amused them?
Shit! Evelgold added.What? Hook asked, alarmed.I just stepped in some.That’s supposed to bring you luck, Hook said.Then I’d better dance in the goddam stuff.
Pyrlig laughed. Being alive is bad in a Christian! We say people are saints if they’re good, but how few of us become saints? We’re all bad! Some of us just try to be good.
People like mystery. They want nothing explained, because when things are explained then there is no hope left.
Once you write something down it becomes fixed. It becomes dogma. People can argue about it, they become authoritative, they refer to the texts, they produce new manuscripts, they argue more and soon...
Não seja estúpido, Derfel – reagiu Merlin impaciente. – Os druidas não têm permissão de escrever nada, é contra as regras. Você sabe disso! Assim que você escreve alguma coisa ela se torna fixa. Vira...
Non volevo parlare con Artù e non volevo vederlo. Salii sul promontorio e pregai gli dei, implorandoli di tornare in Britannia. Mentre pregavo, gli uomini del Kernow condussero la regina Isotta fino a...
Laughter in battle. That was what Ragnar had taught me, to take joy from the fight.
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 was Uhtred, Lord of Bebbanburg, in my war-glory. The arm rings of fallen enemies glinted on my forearms, my shield was newly painted with the snarling wolf’s head of my house, while another wolf, th...
I remember Ragnar laughing one day. It is so kind of the Christians! They put their wealth in one building and mark it with a great cross! It makes life so easy.