You will tell him that Uhtred of Bebbanburg is in a mood to kill.
When a man must choose between nothing and everything he has small choice.
The only purpose a Council serves is to make you all feel important.
The joy of it. The sword joy. I was dancing with joy, joy seething in me, the battle joy that Ragnar had so often spoken of, the warrior joy. If a man has not known it, then he is no man. It was no ba...
Language is now my trade, boy, because I have become a skald.’ ‘A skald?’ ‘A scop, you would call me. A poet, a weaver of dreams, a man who makes glory from nothing and dazzles you with its making. An...
It is a terrible thing, Beocca said to me. War, it is an awful thing.I said nothing. I thought it was glorious and wonderful.The shield wall is where men die, Beocca said, and he kissed the wooden cro...
It had happened to me once, long ago. I had been named Osbert by my father, who was called Uhtred, but when my elder brother, also Uhtred, was slaughtered by the Danes my father had renamed me. It is...
If prayers could make a man into a Christian then I would be a saint ten times over by now.Destiny is all. And now, looking back, I see the pattern of my life’s journey. It began in Bebbanburg and too...
Idle men make mischief, especially idle men supplied with ale, whores, and weapons.
I kicked back my heels, but all I achieved was to ride out of the panicked mass into the path of the Danes, and all around me men were screaming and the Danish axes and swords were chopping and swingi...
I had unlaced my cheek-pieces, let them see the blood on my face, see the blood on my mail, the blood on my hands. I was a man of gold and of blood. I was a lord of war and I was filled with the rage...
Entendo que é possível olhar nos olhos de alguém e de súbito saber que a vida será impossível sem eles. Saber que a voz da pessoa pode fazer seu coração falhar, e que a companhia dessa pessoa é tudo q...
Are you familiar with Saint Cuthman? Alfred asked me cheerfully.No, lord.He was a hermit, Alfred said. We were riding north, keeping on the high ground with the swamp to our left. His mother was cripp...
Are all Dumnonian warriors so ill-mannered? she asked the table at large in an acid voice.You want warriors to be courtiers? Celwin retorted brusquely. You'd send your precious poets to kill the Frank...
Alfred was obsessed by order, obsessed by the task of marshaling life’s chaos into something that could be controlled. He would do it by the church and by the law, which are much the same thing, but I...
A trial relied heavily on oaths, but both sides would bring as many liars as they could muster, and judgment usually went to the better liars or, if both sides were equally convincing, to the side who...
A bastard son must fight his own way in the world. Osferth knew that.
Due re saliranno alla Rocca di Cadarn - profetizzò - ma a regnare sarà un uomo che non è re. I morti si sposeranno, quel che è perso ritornerà alla luce. e una lama verrà portata alla gola di una bamb...
Erkanwald) That is what you do, Lord Uhtred! You beat a child into obedience! A child learns by suffering pain, by being beaten, and that pregnant child must learn her duty. God wills it! Praise God!...
Sharpe wanted to be ready and so he untied the rag from his musket’s lock and stuffed it into the pocket where he kept the ring Mary had given him. The ring, a plain band of worn silver, had belonged...