Repressively, Lymond himself answered. I dislike being discussed as if I were a disease. Nobody ‘got’ me, he said.
Quarrelling with the Prince of Barrow was like fighting a curtain. Robin Stewart gave up.
Philippa … release me from my promise.’She put her hands over her mouth, and then took them away. ‘I can’t. I can’t.’He had pulled his own hands down, looking still at the stool, his face quite turned...
Philippa drew a deep breath, and found relief in expelling it. ‘Do you think,’ she said carefully, ‘that someone is going to be goaded into doing something soon?’ There was a long pause. ‘I think,’ sa...
Philippa Somerville slowed her horse to a trot, and, pulling off her right glove, held her hand high and flat, white palm outwards as she paced forward to Lymond and stopped. ‘Never again,’ Philippa s...
Perhaps the forces of winged retribution. The prophet Elijah being fed to the ravens. Like Baida, I have killed my three pigeons.’‘Two,’ Adam said.‘Two died instead of Vishnevetsky. One died instead o...
One knows, when all one’s life one has walked in dangerous places, when the silence is that of ambush and when the silence is that of emptiness.
Oh,’ said Philippa.‘Checkmate,’ Lymond said.
Oh, Christ, Richard,’ Lymond said. ‘You don’t need to remind me what country I belong to.
O England,’ said Kiaya Khátún. Her voice, mellow and strong, held an accent or a mingling of accents Philippa was unable to name. ‘O England, the Hell of Horses, the Purgatory of Servants and the Para...
Nouvelle amour, nouvelle affection; nouvelles fleurs parmi l’herbe nouvelle. Tell Richard his bride has yet to meet her brother-in-law, her Sea-Catte, her Sea-Scorpion, beautiful in the breeding seaso...
My dear, there is no blame, where there lives a passion like that: do we not know it? Rest at peace. We are your children; and we love you.
It’s time you thought less of your emotional feather bed and more of other people’s.
It won’t help you, said Scott.Nothing ever does. That’s why I help myself so frequently.
It was a tragic and annihilating war, in which intellect fought naked with intellect, and the blows fell not upon the mind but upon the soul.
I hope the string and clapper arrangement he calls a mind has been permanently put out of action.
I have many fears,’ Lymond said. ‘But death is not one of them.
I am too far away now from it all,’ Lymond said. ‘And if we are going to be metaphysical, I have no sea card, or compass, or star.
Henry of England had all the virtues and all the faults, and solved the contradiction by making scapegoats and sin-eaters of half his entourage.
He said, 'I take your for granted as much as it is prudent for any person to do so. I trust you as far as is sensible. I enjoy your company as far as it is allowable. I will banter with you and expect...