Vi que Cippanhamm estava pegando fogo. A fumaça escurecia o céu de inverno e o horizonte estava cheio de homens, homens montados, homens com espadas, machados, escudos, lanças e estandartes, e mais ca...
Uhtred of Steapa - He might be dumb as a parsnip but he knows how to fight.
Thousands! Appah Rao’s tone mocked the claim. You may have thousands, Colonel, but the Tippoo has tigers.
This was a clever man, as clever as Alfred, and he knew that weakness invited war.
They’re the sort of dozy bastards who don’t think beyond their next pot of ale, but Thomas does, Thomas is a two-pot thinker, he is.
There comes a moment in life when we see ourselves as others see us. I suppose that is part of growing up, and it is not always comfortable. Eanflæd,
Then, just as d‘Alembord was about to sell his commission and retire to one of his prospective father-in-law’s farms, Napoleon had returned to France. Colonel Ford, worried that he was losing his vete...
The poets, when they speak of war, talk of the shield wall, they talk of the spears and arrows flying, of the blade beating on the shield, of the heroes who fall and the spoils of the victors, but I w...
The other held a hand toward the wretched boy in the dung-heap. Father Uhtred, he said. His name is not Uhtred, I snarled, and if he dares call himself Uhtred, I looked at him as I spoke, then I will...
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...
That was why he was thinking about vultures. He was thinking that he wanted to run, but that he did not want to feed the vultures. Do not get caught. Rule number one in the army, and the only rule tha...
That dawn is seared on my memory, burnt there by the flames of a hall-burning. There was nothing we could do except watch.
Step forward again, hold the shield steady. Peer over the top. Fear is screaming somewhere deep. Ignore it. You can smell the shit now. Shit and blood, the stench of glory. The enemy is more frightene...
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...
Some Gods are wicked, Derfel. And besides, they have no duty to us, only we to them. Maybe it amused them?
So I woke, I listened, and I heard the small sounds of a wood at night, the things moving, the claws in the dead leaves, the wind’s soft sighs.
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.
Says so in the scriptures,
Robin Hood’s Lament?’ Every archer knew that tune.