Otherwise, I’d like nothing better than…conversing with you. You’re such a deep, penetrating conversationalist, after all,
Now our poor Gib never had a sense of humor to lose...
Eleanor had followed Richard, marveling, as always, at the male inability to speak the language of the heart. One day I hope to understand why men see sentiment as the ultimate enemy, she said dryly,...
Those who served both the Almighty and secular lords did their best to follow Jesus’s teachings and render unto Caesar the things which were Caesar’s, and unto God the things that were God’s, all the...
She might be that most unfortunate of women, a barren queen,
It was just like him, she thought; with him, a happy ending was always a foregone conclusion. But such was the power of his faith that when she was with him; she found herself believing in happy endin...
He’d passed the longest night of his life locked in mortal combat with his ghosts, calling up and then disavowing twenty years of memories. He would banish that bitch from his heart if it meant cuttin...
For every wound, the ointment of time.
Autumn that year painted the countryside in vivid shades of scarlet, saffron and russet, and the days were clear and crisp under harvest skies.
There's not a man alive who doesn't know fear, Dickon. The brave man is the one who has learned to hide it, that's all
The book is Brittany and the Angevins: Province and Empire, 1158–1203, by Judith A. Everard,
Richard forced him from his sickbed, broke his power, his pride. But you, John, you broke his heart. I truly wonder which be the greater sin.
Men are born to sin…What does matter most, is not that we err, it is that we do benefit from our mistakes, that we are capable of sincere repentance, of genuine contrition.
He could still remember how breathtakingly beautiful Eleanor was that day. He'd have been content to gaze into her eyes for hours, trying to decide if they were green with gold flecks or gold with gre...
Get some sleep. Our troubles will still be there on the morrow
Troubles may ofttimes be so dire that they cannot get better. But they are never so dire that they still cannot get worse.
She wanted to order him clapped in irons, as he so deserved. But she was stopped by what she saw in the faces of the watching men: disapproval, instinctive and involuntary, but disapproval, nonetheles...
All he wanted was enough time to consider all his options without being dragged into his household’s petty squabbles or being nagged by his wife about that damnable pilgrimage. Was that so much to ask...
A man just realizing the fatal extent of his own folly was not likely to be all that rational.
For he of all men knew how dangerously stubborn Henry Fitz Empress could be.There were faint bloodstains upon the tiles in Canterbury Cathedral testifying to that.