He could have covered my mouth,’ said Jerott indignantly, sitting up with great success and giving Salablanca his hand.‘He didn’t want blood-poisoning,’ said Lymond callously. ‘Also he didn’t know you...
Good God, here am I with stockings in either hand, panting towards restitution. I merely require you to keep my soul out of the general conversation.’‘And your brother’s soul?’ said James Stewart. He...
Gabriel thinks a lot of you.’‘I thought I talked too much for his comfort,’ said Lymond. ‘But I hear he has a ravishing sister. I must mend my ways.
Francis.… You are St Mary’s. You and no other. It sounds trite, but it is precisely true. I don’t know your secret. There is no spiritual bond between you and your company: no common faith, no rites,...
Evil the drink and ill the resting place. I am not, unfortunately, asleep.
But you do not know me,’ Lymond said. ‘Whereas I know you exceedingly well. You should be glad. I may well find it tedious; but you should have an extremely interesting journey.
At the end of life, parent and kinsman are as a blind man set to look after a burning lamp.
At least this is a nation, with a religion, a head, a status, a policy. Not a damned Noah's ark: a chicken here, a lamb there, a family of wolves in the next field. I suppose you are proud of your Fre...
As everyone keeps insisting, parentage doesn’t matter. Love him for what he is.
Arrested for the second, whether in admiration for Lord d’Aubigny’s inventiveness or in a kind of silent snort of hysteria at the prodigies expected of him—a condition, O’LiamRoe recognized, to which...
And, echoing Jerott, ‘So why in hell have you come?’ Philippa’s gaze, bright and owlish and obstinate, held his to the end. ‘To look after the baby,’ she answered. And disconcertingly, after a second’...
And then his true courtship of her had its beginning; and to the worship of his body, he joined the fairest garlands from the treasure-house of his mind, and made a bower for her.Adored; caressed into...
All we have to do is follow its track in the sand.’‘What sand?’ said Jerott.‘Don’t be pessimistic,’ said Lymond.
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,...
Afraid? said the yellow-haired man and laughed. Forgive me, I should have warned you: I have a tendency to be bloody-minded. Bruslez, noyez, pendez, ompallez, descouppez, fricassez, crucifiez, bouille...
A queen does not need to be crowned,’ said Güzel, ‘in order to rule.
My beloved is dead.
Terror, said Lymond, is our daily bread in the Wuthenheer. We eat it, we live by it and we disseminate it; and not only between Christmas and Epiphany: there is no close season for fright.
So small a spirit, to lodge such sorrows as mankind has brought you. Live … live.… Wait for me, new, frightened soul. And though the world should reel to a puny death, and the wolves are appointed our...