And so the amber hair of Francis Crawford’s father, which all his life had marked him out: for hurt, for passion; for treachery; performed its last destined office in the sunshine and fresh winds of E...
And isna Sybilla a wee love o’ a bitch?’‘You say the nicest things about my mother,’ said Lymond.
And for Adam Blacklock the artist, older, wiser, and perhaps less vulnerable than once he had been, a chance to assess from maturity a person whose maturity was and always had been a thing disconcerti...
And deep within him, missing its accustomed tread, his heart paused, and gave one single stroke, as if on an anvil.
And a capable feminine voice, directed past Austin Grey’s ear to his opponent, said baldly, ‘Hit him.’Lymond, already balanced on the upswing to hurl himself forward, dropped his arm and said, with da...
And Richard was silent, for the truth Jerott had seen touched him, too, for a moment before he thrust it aside. He said, instead, ‘Once, I returned, by mistake, a present you gave me.’As when he had c...
And Lymond’s bright, sardonic face, looking into hers, lost all its amusement; all its icy amiability; all its social charm. ‘My dear sister in Christ, and mother in expectation, I may be what Buccleu...
Among the loose animals, the Keeper’s sick camel, a lady of brittle temper, had bobbed her tassels and sunk her yellow teeth three times into unguarded flesh; the dwarf ass brayed itself hoarse and th...
All I gathered from that is that Francis Crawford is a raging harlot.
Alec Guthrie’s voice, serene from the shadows, said, You are not going to Russia. You are not going. All your life you have resented control and brooked no hint of instruction or guidance. This time,...
Age can mellow, they say.’‘They say wrong,’ said Diccon Chancellor. ‘I have known Mistress Philippa these two months, and I have aged while she has grown daily less mellow. Why else am I fleeing the c...
Absence is absence, whatever causes it. It is no more or less an affront to you. I did say, as I remember, that I would try to do what you wished me to do. And that you must forgive me if I failed.
About his lengthening absence, Kathi spoke only once, and then obliquely, for there were some things too painful for words.
A trained fighting man, accustomed to hard words and hard blows and the company of men like himself, for years ruled by the self-discipline required by the world's greatest order of chivalry, Jerott h...
A reluctant watchdog, Culter held a post of small dignity, vulnerable to a thousand shafts of wit … which did not arrive. Francis at his most quiet, his most responsible showed his elder brother the f...
Said Lord Grey, adjusting his sight to the folded paper he had just raised from his desk, ‘ He looked up.
Защото ако синът не харесва баща си - както и да е. Това е естествената смяна на поколенията. Но когато един мъж се осмелява да мрази сина си - това е неестествено.
This, I believe, is when the holy relics at St Denis are usually taken down and exposed, bu all right-minded people, against fiends, bogles and your friend Mr Crawford.
Que je vive, mon cueur ne changera … Mon chois est fait, aultre ne se fera …
Our childhood is over now, Marshal. Mankind can survive very well without an intimate study of your susceptibilities but not, unfortunately, without your other functions and talents. Do you think I br...