Like King Lewis of Hungary, who was immaturely born, came of age too soon and was immaturely married, my age is out of joint with my phenomenal destiny.
Kate said, her eyes very large, ‘I find your rudeness abominable and your politeness obnoxious but my goodness, Francis Crawford, what terrifies me more than a jungle of tigers is the moment when you...
Jerott said, as Philippa had done, ‘And you?’ And Lymond stared at him, his brows delicately lifted. ‘I shall gather frankincense,’ he replied.
I have a suggestion in that case,’ said Lymond. ‘You two have the orgy, and I’ll keep the drinker’s headache.
I don’t like being permanently mutilated on Thursdays. I may add that Friday is my day for raping; and I like it quieter than this, and they enjoy it.
His hair soft as a nestling’s, his eyes graceless with malice, Lymond was watching him in a silver mirror.
He gave her his hand as she stepped up beside him. He said, ‘I thought it was going to take twenty-five years.’ ‘It probably will,’ Gelis said. ‘But I thought I should like to spend them with you.’ He
He and Richard had met on the strand at Philorth and like the sand under their feet, all the muddled solicitude which had prompted that journey had in five minutes dispersed through their fingers.
Fools make news, and wise men carry it.
Depose him,’ said Will Scott, astonished. ‘The Grand Master’s holy office terminates with his life.’ ‘And can nobody think of an answer to that?’ said Will Scott.
Before you die, there must be nothing you have not experienced. When you die—and I shall be there—it will be an experience which no man has savoured. Guard your health, Mr Crawford. I should not like...
Adam!’ said Danny. ‘You mustn’t drop out of the choir. We have too much to do. What we have to do?
You all know that each title in the Chronicles has a chess theme that's partly because of the overall design of the Chronicles themselves - the game of chess as an analogue of the game of life.
You don't take offence?Frequently, Nicholas said. I seldom show it.
You choose to play God, and the Deity points out that the post is already adequately filled.
Words is but wind but dunts is the devil
No!’ said Master Bailey loudly. ‘No, you’ll not get these lads to leave me. They’re good English lads, and they’re here to protect me and mine.’‘From Mistress Philippa?’ Lymond said hopefully.‘From yo...
If you’re the first of November, you’re Scorpio. ‘Better,’ said Lymond coldly, ‘to be stung by a nettle than pricked by a rose.
I want you to try to understand. I am going alone. The risk, if any, is mine. I have no dependants, no responsibilities; I am adamant that this time no one will accompany me. What I hope to do in Russ...
I suppose that was just something you ate; or are you bloody well pregnant as well?