I echo like a mynah, that’s why.
He’s asked Master Zitwitz to leave the duke and travel with him as household controller to the Ambassador’s residence in Turkey.’Philippa Somerville blew her nose sharply. ‘On the strength of his swee...
He said, 'You have everything there is of me, save a little I gave to my people. Now you hold that as well.'And last of all, when he had released her and moved to the door, to stand outside where the...
Darting a glance to either side, Danny Hislop had a sudden feeling that the whites of his eyes were beginning to show.‘Suppose we go upstairs?’ said Sybilla comfortably. ‘I think the steward is waitin...
Chancellor said, ‘She is concerned for your future.’‘She is concerned for her dog and her cat,’ Lymond said. ‘It is a Somerville failing.
Are we going to have a sensible discussion?’ she said.‘Well, you are sensible,’ Lymond said. ‘And I am not unconscious, yet.
An unheroic and unpublicized scene.
A long sea voyage with Jerott spewing drunk on every deck is not my idea of an adequate quid pro quo.
You have not yet discovered what happens to Russians at sea.’‘The same thing, I suppose, that happens to Englishmen,’ Chancellor said. ‘Scots, I take it, are immune.’‘To sarcasm, yes,’ Lymond said.
What do you hope for that you haven’t got? What can that child give you?’ There was a little silence. ‘A virgin audience for my riddles, I believe,’ said Lymond thoughtfully, at length. ‘But it certai...
To the men exposed to his rule Lymond never appeared ill: he was never tired; he was never worried, or pained, or disappointed, or passionately angry. If he rested, he did so alone; if he slept, he to...
The darts which make me suffer are my own.
Since I doubt, at the moment, whether I can stomach any hysterical verbiage, suppose we simply say what we mean.
Philippa Somerville, standing back a little, did not withdraw her arm. In her white face, a shadow of motherly irritation appeared. ‘Has no one here any sense? Be quiet and sit down. The world will lo...
Music, the knife without a hilt.
Lymond’s life was lived on this level: the level on which the future of whole communities could be steered or reshaped, improved or jeopardized by a handful of people.
It was then that she found that he had laid flat, himself, every defence against her: that she could, if she wished, enter and be received within this, the long-guarded citadel. And so she discovered,...
It was of no importance. Birth did not matter; heredity was merely a hurdle; one was what one made of oneself; that and no other.
If you were a dear, good little wife, Janet,’ had said Lymond, ‘you’d fall into a mortal decline that day, or at least hide his boots.’ ‘Francis Crawford, are ye daft! What ever kept a Scott from a fi...
I would give you my soul in a blackberry pie; and a knife to cut it with.