I wrote you.’‘I didn’t get it,’ said Archie.‘I wrote Applegarth as well,’ said Adam angrily.‘He didn’t get it either. He’s away for a day or two. Jesus,’ said Archie, ‘are ye not keen to come in? You...
I take back the more personal insults if you will take back your arm without putting it to impious uses.
I have learned,’ said Lymond, ‘that kindness without love is no kindness.
I had a sense, I believe, of indebtedness. But someone trussed it in black felt and kicked it to death, as the Turks do.
I don’t mind being labelled devilish but I do mind being regarded as unlucky. The only way to answer that is by a string of successes.
I don’t like to see things done badly on either. At the moment, I am tired of journeys. It is time I arrived somewhere.
He will not, I think, find it logical to live with what he has done today. I have told him that you are his responsibility. While he believes that, he will continue to protect you. I tell you this, so...
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...
Have you not realized yet that he regards you as a man of that stamp? You are his holy war, Francis.’‘And yours?’ he said.He could see, in the swimming heat of the fire, that she was smiling. ‘Just wa...
And, knowing their parentage now, you could see Sybilla in both her sons; but more clearly still, the legendary presence of the first baron Crawford of Culter: blurred through two generations in the s...
And here, above the valley of Yarrow, Lord Culter and his brother and twenty men from Midculter in their wedding finery with, thank God, half armour beneath, waited to intercept the English army on it...
A moment later the music began, and Kate shrank beneath the onslaught of its message: the fury of hope and joy that towered in the notes, outburning the sunlight and outpouring the volumes of the sea....
You are a mathematician,’ John Dee said.‘I am a musician,’ said Lymond.
Whatever is wrong, I am sure with his sense of the picturesque, Francis will succeed in manifesting a
Warfare and trickery. It is your natural element.
Try to remember.… There is a difference between absence and death. And you are needed.
Today,’ said Lymond, ‘if you must know, I don’t like living at all. But that’s just immaturity boggling at the sad face of failure. Tomorrow I’ll be bright as a bedbug again.
To the devil with your pearldrops and your parroty manners. A filled mind and an apt wit will earn you all the respect any man has the means to deserve.
This officer, but doubt, is callit deid.
This is a clever bastard, my friends. I like that word for instance.