The pain beating in his brows was beyond belief. He wanted only to go while he was still master of himself; before this primitive desire to devastate them both should overpower him.
Subject to intelligence, nothing is incalculable.
I have a suggestion in that case,’ said Lymond. ‘You two have the orgy, and I’ll keep the drinker’s headache.
I find your family, my dear Marthe, much more disturbing than mine.
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.
Don’t be so sensitive,’ he said, faintly chiding. ‘It makes everyday commerce most trying.
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 choose to play God, and the Deity points out that the post is already adequately filled.
There is no one to understand us, except ourselves.
If I did not know how to live, I shall know how to die.
I grant, said Lady Buccleuch with a certain grim amusement, that the pure springs of chivalry may be a little muddy in the Hawick area, but that’s no proper excuse for calling his father an unprincipl...
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.
This is a clever bastard, my friends. I like that word for instance.
The trouble about Mr Crawford,’ said Kate, ‘is that he puts up with his enemies and plays merry hell with his friends.
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...
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 suppose that was just something you ate; or are you bloody well pregnant as well?
I hope,’ said Jerott, breathing softly and hard, ‘that you never meet those who will judge what you have done. How would you recognize love? Or compassion? Francis at least has learned that.