You do like them thin, don't you? Pyrlig said, amused. Now I like them meaty as well-fed heifers! Give me a nice dark Briton with hips like a pair of ale barrels and I'm a happy priest. Poor Hild. Thi...
Arrows of insight have to be winged by the feathers of speculation.
An English man-at-arms had his helmet split open and his skull with it, so that he rode wavering from the fight, blood pouring down his mail coat. His horse stopped a few paces from the turmoil and th...
So, in the morning light, where they flapped in the drying wind, the bear and the star defied the Saxons.
Certainly strip him of his petty
You need mending? We all do. When we are young it is the spirit that breaks, and when we are old it is the body.
St George!’ the English shouted, but the saint must have been sleeping for he gave the attackers no help.
Just remember, Braithwaite. While you were learning to be a fool at Oxford I was learning to kill men. And I learned well.
He was loose in his enemy’s rear, he was angry, and he was ready to give the bastards a taste of hell on earth.
Be mad enough, his father once said, and they will either lock you away or make you a saint.
The Christian god has nothing better to do than to make rules for us. He
I envy your Christian God. He is three and He is one, He is dead and He is alive, He is everywhere and He is nowhere, and He demands that you worship Him, but claims nothing else is worthy of worship....
Forward now. Forward to battle slaughter. Beware the man who loves battle. Ravn had told me that only one man in three or perhaps one man in four is a real warrior and the rest are reluctant fighters,...
But I hated Alfred. I hated him for humiliating me at Exanceaster when he had made me wear a penitent's robe and crawl on my knees. Nor did I think of him as my king. He was a West Saxon and I was a N...
There’s a time for caution,’ I said, ‘and a time to just kill the bastards.
I was still screaming at the enemy, promising them death. I was Thor, I was Odin, I was the lord of battle.
I knew a man who had a dumb wife. He was ever so happy.
Besides, as I have never tired of telling my Christian followers, we pagans rarely persecute Christians. We believe there are many gods, so we accept another man's religion as his own affair, while Ch...
What I mean by that is that the point of life, as I see it, is not to write books or scale mountains or sail oceans, but to achieve happiness, and preferably an unselfish happiness.
We cut off their long hair, for I liked to caulk my ships’ planks with the hair of slain enemies,