All that was needed to get ahead in the world was a bit of sense and the ability to kick a bastard faster than the bastard could kick you, and Richard Sharpe reckoned he had those talents right enough...
Alfred spends half his time rutting and the other half praying to his god to forgive him for rutting. How can a god disapprove of a good hump?
Ti sbagli, hanno molto a che fare con il Calderone - ribatté Merlino con un'asprezza che nessuno si aspettava. - É il Calderone a portare il caos. Tu desideri l'ordine, e pensi che Lancillotto prester...
Senhor Uhtred! - Como sempre, Willibald reagiu à minha provocação. - Esse peixe - ele apontou o dedo trêmulo na direção dos ossos - foi um dos dois que Nosso Senhor usou para alimentar 5 mil pessoas!-...
Watches
Press,
A mystery to make men mad.
You’ve got dirt on your forehead, I said, so has he, I pointed to the other priest. Because it’s Good Friday, lord. The day our Lord died. Is that why they call it good?
You're a bastard, I said.Uhtred, he began, but could find nothing more to say.You're a piece of weasel-shit, I said, you're an earsling.I'm a king, he said, trying to regain his dignity.So you're a ro...
You will not fight in the shield wall, my father said.No, Father.Only men can stand in the shield wall, he said, but you will watch, you will learn, and you will discover that the most dangerous strok...
You take me for a fool, Douglas? I take you as you show yourself, John Randolph,
You know what circumcision is, Private?
Wyrd bið ful aræd.
Win your war, Lord Uhtred, he said, then take her away from us priests and give her lots of children. She'll be happy, and one day she'll be truly wise. That's the women's real gift, to be wise, and n...
When those blades cut, they cause tears that feed the well of Urdr that lies beside the world tree, and the well gives the water that keeps Yggdrasil alive, and if Yggdrasil dies then the world dies,...
What had the Reverend Venables said? That promises in the playhouse were like kisses on May Day. I had just been kissed.
Were the Romans Christians? I asked him, remembering my curiosity at the Roman farm. Not always, Ravn said. They had their own gods once, but they gave them up to become Christians and after that they...
Tomorrow! he said suddenly. His voice was high, but it carried clearly enough. Tomorrow we fight! Tomorrow! The Feast of St John the Apostle!Oh God, Leofric grumbled next to me, up to our arsholes in...
There is a greater war, Uhtred. Not the fight between Saxon and Dane, but between God and the devil, between good and evil! We are part of it!
The rules were simple: trust no one, be ever watchful and if trouble came hit first and hit hard. It had worked for him so far.