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b9cd75a
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"How can you still count yourself a knight, when you have forsaken every vow you ever swore?" Jaime reached for the flagon to refill his cup. "So many vows...they make you swear and swear. Defend the king. Obey the king. Keep his secrets. Do his bidding. Your life for his. But obey your father. Love your sister. Protect the innocent. Defend the weak. Respect the gods. Obey the laws. It's too much. No matter what you do, you're forsaking one vow or the other."
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life
love
obey
vows
jaime-lannister
knight
protect
respect
king
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George R.R. Martin |
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baa4fb5
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War seems like a fine adventure, the greatest most of them will ever know. Then they get a taste of battle. For some, that one taste is enough to break them. Others go on for years, until they lose count of all the battles they have fought in, but even a man who has survived a hundred fights can break in his hundred-and-first. Brothers watch their brothers die, fathers lose their sons, friends see their friends trying to hold their entrails in after they've been gutted by an axe. They see the lord who led them there cut down, and some other lord shouts that they are his now, They take the wound, and when that's still half-healed they take another. There is never enough to eat, their shoes fall to pieces from marching, their clothes are torn and rotting, and half of them are shitting in their breeches from drinking bad water. If they want new boots or a warmer cloak or maybe a rusted iron half helm, they need to take them from a corpse, and before long they are stealing from the living too, from the small folk whose land they're fighting in, men very like the men they used to be. They slaughter their sheep and steal their chickens, and from there it's just a short step to carrying off their daughters too. And one day they look around and realize all their friends and kin are gone, that they are fighting beside strangers beneath a banner that they hardly recognize. They don't know where they are or how to get back home and the lord they're fighting for does not know their names, yet here he comes, shouting for them to form up, to make a line with their spears and scythes and sharpened hoes, to stand their ground. And the knights come down on them, faceless men clad in all steel, and the iron thunder of their charge seems to fill the world. And the man breaks.
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war
knight
knights
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George R.R. Martin |
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b1f5bb5
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Can I dwell on what I scarce remember? I held a castle on the Marches once, and there was a woman I was pledged to marry, but I could not find that castle today, nor tell you the color of that woman's hair. Who knighted me, old friend? What were my favorite foods? It all fades. Sometimes I think I was born on the bloody grass in that grove of ash, with the taste of fire in my mouth and a hole in my chest. Are you my mother, Thoros?
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beric-dondarrion
hole
thoros
knight
fire
blood
memory
trauma
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George R.R. Martin |
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ed1d4a5
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It is chivalry that makes a true knight, not a sword.
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knight
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George R.R. Martin |
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6aa0be1
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Without honor, a knight is no more than a common killer. It is better to die with honor than to live without it.
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knight
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George R.R. Martin |
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a69e673
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A Hedge Knight is the truest kind of knight, Dunk. Other Knights serve the Lords who keep them, or from whom they hold their lands, but we serve where we will, for men whose causes we believe in. Every Knight swears to protect the weak, but we keep the vow the best, I think.
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ser-arlan-of-pennytree
knight
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George R.R. Martin |
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649fcf3
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You are quick, for a dancing master, said Ser Meryn. You are slow, for a knight, Syrio replied.
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humor
meryn
syrio
knight
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George R.R. Martin |
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7e1217b
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"She straightened and crossed her arms. "I can't sleep with you," she blurted. ... "As you please." "As you please?" She stepped back, the rough wood of the bench bumping her upper calf. She'd braced herself for a battle and now felt oddly deflated. "You aren't going to try to talk me into it?" "I need not talk women into lying with me."
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knightly-romance
medieval-romance
time-travel-romance
norman
knight
wales
welsh
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Angela Quarles |
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5973379
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Knowing this was the same man from last night now clad again in his hunky knightly armor was a strange aphrodisiac. Yeah, a hot look, no denying.
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knight-romance
normans
medieval-romance
time-travel-romance
knight
wales
historical-romance
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Angela Quarles |
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963184f
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I bite the inside of my lip to conceal the smile forming. All right, so this is cool. Very cool. I'm well aware that I'm barely seventeen and in a bar because I'm hiding from the police, and the guy across from me is my opposite in more ways than I can calculate, but I can't help but feel like a princess who has a knight pledging his loyalty.
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rachel-young
isaiah
opposite
knight
princess
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Katie McGarry |
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b47cc18
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A true knight is cleanly as well as godly.
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godly
knight
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George R.R. Martin |
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5ff4d7e
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This was raw. This was primal. This was real.
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medieval-romance
knight
wales
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Angela Quarles |
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333cc9f
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You will be the death of me, woman.
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medieval-romance
time-travel-romance
knight
wales
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Angela Quarles |
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4cf8c99
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He dragged his lips up the soft skin of her neck and gently nipped her ear lobe, sipping on the soft flesh. Her hands splayed against his chest. Expecting a shove, his senses careened when her fingers fisted his surcoat. Their ragged breath overloud in the forest, he eased his face away, nose rubbing against her jaw on his retreat, and sought her eyes. Hers darkened and--Lord help him--held no censure, only interest. He stepped back.
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chainmail
historical-time-travel-romance
medieval-time-travel-romance
knight
wales
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Angela Quarles |
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3e098ea
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"I come," replied he, "to thee, Manfred, usurper of the principality of Otranto, from the renowned and invincible Knight, the Knight of the Gigantic Sabre: in the name of his Lord, Frederic, Marquis of Vicenza, he demands the Lady Isabella, daughter of that Prince, whom thou hast basely and traitorously got into thy power, by bribing her false guardians during his absence; and he requires thee to resign the principality of Otranto, which thou hast usurped from the said Lord Frederic, the nearest of blood to the last rightful Lord, Alfonso the Good. If thou dost not instantly comply with these just demands, he defies thee to single combat to the last extremity."
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giant
otranto
duel
knight
heir
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Horace Walpole |
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67cbed1
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For any man may be a king in that life in which he is placed if so be he may draw forth the sword of success from out of the iron of circumstance. Where fore when your time of assay cometh, I do hope it may be with you as it was with Arthur that day, and that ye too may achieve success with entire satisfaction unto yourself and to your great glory and perfect happiness.
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howard-pyle
chivalry
knight
king
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Howard Pyle |
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1db64e4
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The pulse visible in the pale column of her neck vibrated faster, her intoxicating scent washed over him, and he was dizzy with lust. Even through his mail and gambeson, he could feel her womanly curves crushed against his hard chest. He uncurled his fingers from her throat and ran the tough leather of his palm's mitten along her neck and to the enticing curve of her shoulder. He nudged her mantle an inch, exposing skin. He cursed that his hand was covered in mail. How long had he wanted to taste, to touch her precious skin? Unable to resist, he bent and, with his tongue, touched, tasted the heat of the skin on her collarbone. Oh, Christ, she was lovely. She shivered, and satisfaction roared through him.
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medieval-time-travel-romance
knight
wales
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Angela Quarles |
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4d2b4a1
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His heat, his erotic pull--she could feel it. A weird, pulsing, virtual pull tugging at her skin, her nerve endings. Made her want to...touch. Made her want. The more she resisted the urge, the stronger it became. It would be a relief, really. To just...touch. One little touch. Just one.
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medieval-time-travel-romance
knight
wales
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Angela Quarles |
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662cdff
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"Here, sleep with your back against me. I shall protect you better this way." She nodded, shuffled closer, and leaned back against him. Her unique womanly scent washed over him, and he fortified his resolve, though having her so close on a bed of furs fired his blood. She dragged her fur up, and he draped his extra across, tucking it in around her shoulders and arms. "I do not fancy having one of them lying next to you. Besides, I wish not for your pinkie to wander."
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medieval-romance
time-travel-romance
knight
wales
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Angela Quarles |
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b5a72a1
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Avventurose eta e benedette quelle che non seppero la spaventevole furia di queste indemoniate macchine dell'artiglieria, l'inventore delle quali io ritengo che sia nell'inferno a ricevere il guiderdone del suo diabolico ritrovato, per mezzo del quale fece si che un ignobile e codardo braccio possa toglier la vita a un prode cavaliere.
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war
chivalry
knight
sword
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Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra |
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dea3b66
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"She led them to their pallets, again encircled by other pallets. She sat down, sighing at her aching muscles, and caught his gaze. "You may, er, wrap your arms around me if that will make you feel I am safer." He chuckled--a hoarse chuckle, rusty, but a chuckle nonetheless. She'd take it. "May I indeed?" He lay beside her and pulled her back against him, settling her head on his arm, bunching the other hide up to use as a pillow. "If I must." His warm sigh tickled across her neck. "After all, I must ensure that pinkie does not wander." Would Robert never let her forget that?"
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knightly-romance
medieval-romance
time-travel-romance
norman
knight
wales
welsh
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Angela Quarles |
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d2b5478
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"She flapped her hands, anxious energy coursing through her. "How can you be so calm?" He got to his feet, unfolding with an easy grace. He held out a hand, his dark eyes focused solemnly on hers. "Come with me." "For what?" "That's part of the lesson." Was it her imagination, or did a twinkle of humor stir in those eyes? "Center yourself, and grab onto the here and now." That made no sense--what was he now, Sir Medieval Zen Master? But she slipped her hand into his strong, calloused one. He hauled her up until she bumped into his chest. With a finger under her chin, he tilted her face until she looked in his eyes. "Listen to the world around you. Hear the birds? Hear the small animals scurrying? You are in this moment, this moment only, and sometimes that's all you can do, all you can be." His finger pulled away, brushing against her skin, and he tapped her nose, stepping away."
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medieval-romance
time-travel-romance
norman
knight
welsh
historical-romance
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Angela Quarles |
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98c3141
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He leaned his head against the rock. Christ, when was the last time he'd seen the humor in life? And now, of all places, in an enemy camp, with a strange woman who made him burn. Burn with desire. Burn with need. A desire and need not only for her and her body, but for something he couldn't quite name.
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medieval-romance
time-travel-romance
norman
knight
wales
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Angela Quarles |
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e1c429d
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Her pinkie took matters into its own, er, pinkie, and moved oh-so-slightly, grazing his skin. His pinkie, judging by the shape and texture. Blood rushed and pounded through her veins, flushing her skin. This could not, in any way, be explained as an accidental touch. But he could feign sleep if he wasn't interested. Did she want him to do that? What was she doing? She commanded her pinkie to drop, and thankfully, it obeyed. A jolt shot through her as his finger made a query, and the need clarified. The need represented her desire for some measure of control. Control over her general situation. Control over her attraction. She answered with a gentle finger stroke along his calloused, warm skin. A sharp breath pierced the dark air.
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medieval-romance
time-travel-romance
knight
wales
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Angela Quarles |
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2f4a4d4
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She could tell me a thousand things with her eyebrows alone, this girl. Sometimes I wanted to shave them off just to spite her.
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knight
luna
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L.J. Shen |