They’re mean bastards, those monks, I said. I was supposed to deliver a weekly cartload of firewood to Saint Rumwold’s, but that was a duty I ignored. The monks could cut their own timber. Who was Rum...
Latin! The language of God! Or perhaps He speaks Hebrew? I suppose that’s more likely and it will make things rather awkward in heaven, won’t it? Will we all have to learn Hebrew?
— Mas o que é que você faria com o Graal?— Eu iria usá-lo.— Para quê?— Para livrar o mundo do pecado.— Seria um trabalho notável, mas nem Cristo conseguiu realizá-lo.— Você pára de eliminar ervas dani...
Serpent-Breath was in my hand and anger in my soul.
Quando a gente está com problemas é útil descobrir alguém que esteve na mesma dificuldade.
O mundo está apodrecendo. A Igreja é corrupta e os reis são fracos. Cabe a nós fazer um mundo novo, amado por Deus, mas para fazê-lo temos de destruir o velho. Temos de tomar o poder e depois dar o po...
I have learned that it is one thing to kill in battle, to send a brave man's soul to the corpse hall of the gods, but quite another to take a helpless man's life...
I could hardly see him in the darkness, but knew he wore a leather jerkin and had a sword at his side. The rest of us were in leather and mail, had helmets, and carried shields, axes, swords, or spear...
Writing is a solitary occupation.
Someone, I thought, knew where Ice-Spite was hidden. And I would find her.
Some mothers soften their sons, but Osbert was motherless and I had raised him hard because a man must be hard. The world is filled with enemies.
Reading is useful,' Pyrlig said.
Night was falling across the trampled rye. Nine thousand men had been killed or wounded in the fight for the crossroads,
My son smiled. You taught me well, Father.What did I teach you?That a spear-point in a prisoner’s liver is a very persuasive thing.
It would cause nothing but madness, Thomas thought. Men would fight for it, lie for it, cheat for it, betray for it and die for it. The Church would make money from it. It would cause nothing but evil...
I was hated, and I knew it. Part of it was my fault, I am arrogant.
I spoke in English because the language of the Frisian people is so close to our own.
And you look bloody young to be a sergeant. I was born late, sir, Sharpe said. He
You’re the son of a king,’ I told him, ‘and one day you might be a king yourself. Life and death will be your gifts, so learn how to give them, boy.
When men do evil and claim that they are doing God’s work, then they are at their most dangerous.