If it had been reeled off with defiance, Richard could perhaps have tolerated it. Instead, delivered with restraint and with clarity, it was the voice of the Voevoda Bolshoia, unquestioned master of a...
If I did not know how to live, I shall know how to die.
I was a slave in the corsair Dragut’s own palace. I saw his women—Spanish, French, Italian, Irish. I was at the branding of all his poor children. To some women, degradation like that is the worst sor...
I have nothing to lose,’ Marthe said. ‘So nothing can harm me.
I feel I deserve a little amusement at someone else's expense. That is all. I have worked for it. I have paid for it. And I propose to have it.
I echo like a mynah, that’s why.
I don’t object to being called by my Christian name, on purely social occasions. The Russian version was Frangike. Rather scented, I thought. Or alternatively, like a new brand of onion.
I don’t know what you want to be called.’‘Home, like the cattle?’ said Lymond.
I do not exist. What you have in your hand is my death certificate.
I am thinning you down for the ,’ said Lymond, still reading. ‘Have we missed a meal?’‘We have missed two meals,’ said Danny Hislop with precision. ‘And God knows how many drinks. I haven’t been worki...
I am telling you now that you did right with Robin Stewart and I am telling you that the error you made came later, when you took no heed of his call. It was too late then, I know it. But he should ha...
I am saying,’ Lymond said, ‘that the bond of race is a deep one, and of a dimension which gives it nobility. I am saying that the salvation of each man’s soul lies within himself, and is not a matter...
I am sad,’ said the Bishop of Orkney to Lord James Stewart as the tables were gently drawn and the floor cleared and the candied ginger passed from place to place. ‘I am sad because we live, you and I...
I am good?’ said the strained treble.‘Thou art good,’ said Francis Crawford in a dry voice.
His leaf-gold tresses on end, his eyes in baskets from the long night without sleep, Phelim O’LiamRoe smacked his two fists together and cursed. The Queen Dowager, hardly aware of him, had turned her...
He said, ‘Then you don’t know, Philippa, what I am.’‘I know what you think you are,’ Philippa said.
He lived in her, his disciple. For her to think, now, as he would have done. And to act always thereafter.
He knew what would happen. He has laid wagers with himself, I imagine, for days: how many hours, how many miles towards safety before he has to drop out.
He isn’t coming,’ said Adam.‘Splendid,’ said Piero Strozzi heartily. ‘I love him, but I have brethren enough who are trying to climb with a foot on my neck.
He has tried to end his life twice. Once Archie brought him back. Now I have done the same. We have interfered in what doesn’t concern us. He belongs to himself and is at his own disposal. Or else wha...