Any man in love with Cesare is already half in love with his sister.
Any man in love with Cesare is already half in love with his sister. Now, when [Pedro Calderon] shuts his eyes, he cannot see anything else.
Ambassadors, of course, do not blush. It is a requisite of the job that they can sustain any manner of insult without any visible change at all to their face.
There is a kind of comfort to be gained from the passing of time, hour upon hour, day upon day, time falling like thick flakes of snow, the next laid upon the last, again and again, until what has bee...
Beauty is your gift from God and it should be used and not squandered. Study this face as if it were a map of the ocean, your own trade route to the Indies. For it will bring you its own fortune. But...
When there is fear about the future, it is comforting to take it out on outsiders who can be blamed for the past.
The journey from Rome to Siena is harder than its distance warrants. Once outside the great walls of the city the route becomes as treacherous for humans as for animals. Before the coming of Our Lord,...
Someone told me much later that you always know the people who are going to make a difference in your life, from the very first time you set eyes on them, even if you do not like them at all. And I ha...
So if we could not have love, my husband and I, then at least I could have alchemy.
She has never liked sleeping alone. Even as a small child, she would steel herself to brave the black soup of the room as far as her brother’s bed, creeping in beside him. And he, who when awake would...
Outside, the city is changing. While we have been talking of God's laws and seacrets of the earth, a cold fog has come rolling off the sea, pushing through the allys, sliding over the water, rubbing u...
Cesare Borgia—oh, Cesare Borgia has proved himself a great warrior.
Venice the peaceful demands Venice the just.
There is more glory in peace than in war,
She is only a young woman who did not want to become a nun. The world is full of them.
No one bothered dressing up in priests’ robes, for even in chaos hierarchy rules and their cloth wasn’t rich enough.
Missing rubs the soul raw.