Your answer to the truth, I sneered, is to threaten a woman with death?
You should always plan your battles form the enemy's point of view.
Yet to complain of the world’s unfairness was the same as grumbling that the sun was hot or that the wind sometimes changed its direction.
Wyrd bið ful āræd. Fate is inexorable.
Who do you serve? Lanferelle asked.Sir John Cornerwailled, Hook said proudly.Lanferelle was pleased. Sir John! Ah, there's a man. His mother must have slept with a Frenchman.
What is an oath? A promise to serve a lord, but to Christians there is always a higher allegiance.
We were the wolf pack, we were the killers of Britain, we had fought from the south coast of Wessex to the northern wilds, from the ocean to the sea, and we had never been beaten, and these men knew i...
We have to stop them here, Sir Augustus, and I don't think you're the man to do it. Have you ever defended against a French attack?'The head shook miserably. 'No.''The drums never stop, Colonel, at le...
Thou shalt not kill, they preached, then screamed at us warriors to slaughter the pagans. Thou shalt not steal, they preached, and forged charters to take men’s lands. Thou shalt not commit adultery,...
There is no number so unlucky as thirteen. Once, in Valhalla, there was a feast for twelve gods, but Loki, the trickster god, went uninvited and he played his evil games, persuading Hod the Blind to t...
There is no cause so hopeless, no creed so mad, no idea so ludicrous that it will not attract some believers,
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 gods are capricious, and I was about to amuse them. And Alfred was right. I was a fool.
The art of war, I told him, is to make the enemy do your bidding.
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 Tippoo should have killed you when he had the chance.We all make mistakes, sir.
The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away, Baird said, and you don’t piddle away your damned life because you don’t like His dispositions.
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.
Someone wise, I forget who, said we must leave our children to fate.