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I have learned not to trust those times, because if the world is at peace then it means someone is planning war.
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of bronze about
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E um poema triste, e portanto um poema verdadeiro. Wyrd bid ful araed, diz ele. O destino e inexoravel. E wyn eal gedreas. Toda alegria morreu.
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sadness
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Putting a cat into a stable doesn't make it a horse
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You're a Northumbrian," he said, "and I don't know how they did things up there, but this is Alfred's Wessex. You can do anything in Wessex except piss all over his church, and that's what you just did. You pissed, son, and now the church is going to piss all over you." He grimaced as the rain beat harder on the tent. Then he frowned, staring at the puddle spreading just outside the entrance. He was silent a long time, before turning and gi..
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Everything's bigger better, or worse in London. That's just the way of it.
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I learned that money was the object of life, and I wanted money. I wanted the servants, the fine clothes, the respect in the street, and a horse of my own. I wanted to ride into Stratford and spit on Thomas Butler and his sour wife, to spit on all those who had told me to work harder, work harder, work harder. To wok harder for what? To become a carpenter? a cobbler? A glove maker or a ditch-digger? To be someone who was forever pulling my ..
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What had the Reverend Venables said? That promises in the playhouse were like kisses on May Day. I had just been kissed.
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Masques are mere pious recitals," he said scathingly, "devised to make the audience feel inspired with unending speeches about chastity, nobility, bravery, and other such nonsense. They're enchanting to look at, but dreary beyond belief to hear."
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Abel Becket had never seen as much of his wife's breasts as Mrs. Loring saw fit to present to the world.
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watches
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If he was still alive, I thought. I knelt to him, then to Osferth, and I left. We walked in silence to a cloistered courtyard where the last roses of summer had dropped their petals on the damp grass. We sat on a stone bench and listened to the mournful chants echoing from the passageway. "The archbishop wanted me dead," I said. "I"
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A lord who does not distribute wealth is a lord who will lose the allegiance of his men,
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facts
greed
leadership
money
politics
responsibility
rulership
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Mais tarde, muito mais tarde, aprendi que a alegria e o medo sao exatamente a mesma coisa, uma apenas se transformava na outra pela acao, mas
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My words still sounded lame, but the truth so often limps off the tongue in times of crisis. Just when we most need to speak with the tongues of angels, we stumble with uncertain words.
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BERNARD CORNWELL is the author of the acclaimed New York Times bestseller Agincourt; the bestselling Saxon Tales, which include The Last Kingdom, The Pale Horseman, Lords of the North, and Sword Song; and the Richard Sharpe novels, among many others. He lives with his wife on Cape Cod.
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And you look bloody young to be a sergeant." "I was born late, sir," Sharpe said. He"
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Idle men make mischief, especially idle men supplied with ale, whores, and weapons.
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Every man over the age of twelve was expected to fight. They might not be trained warriors like the men I now led through the rising woodland, but they could hold a spear or throw a rock or swing an ax. That was the fyrd, the army of farmers and butchers and craftsmen. The fyrd might not be armored with mail or carry linden-wood shields, but its men could line the walls of a burh and hack enemies to death if they tried to climb the ramparts..
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Nondum amabam, et amare amabam. (No ame, pero anhelaba amar)
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And at the end of life, what does it all matter? We grow old and the young look at us and can never see that once we made a kingdom ring for love.
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When God made the world he made the big plain just for the cavalry. It was firm, or would be when the sun had dried off the night's rain, and it was mostly level. The sabres could fall like scythes in the corn. The Arapiles, Greater and Lesser, God made for the gunners. From their summits, conveniently made flat so that the artillery could have a stable platform, the guns could dominate the plain. God had made nothing for the infantry, exce..
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Prisoners!" Finan shouted, and I suspected he was shouting at me because I had so blatantly ignored my own insistence that we take men captive."
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We are going to soak this rock with blood! I am Uhtred! I am the lord here. This is my rock!
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ground, then drank some and fancied it
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I had unlaced my cheek-pieces, let them see the blood on my face, see the blood on my mail, the blood on my hands. I was a man of gold and of blood. I was a lord of war and I was filled with the rage of battle. The enemy were ten paces away and I walked five of those paces so that I stood alone, facing them. "This," I snarled at them, "is my rock."
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I tell my grandchildren that confidence wins battles. I do not wish them to fight, I would rather make Ieremias's world a reality and so live in harmony, but there is always some man, and it is usually a man, who looks with envy on our fields, who wants our home, who thinks his rancid god is better than ours, who will come with flame and sword and steel to take what we have built and make it his, and if we are not ready to fight, if we have..
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why prefer a god who wants you to torture yourself instead of worshipping Eostre who wants you to take a girl into the woods and make babies?
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We were three ships in a summer's dawn, and we were going to battle.
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He came from the gutters of England and anyone born and raised in those gutters knew that most persecution and oppression was inflicted by lawyers. Lawyers were the devil's servants who ushered men and women to the gallows, they were the vermin who gave orders to the bailiffs, they made their snares from statutes and became wealthy on their victims and when they were rich enough they became politicians so they could devise even more laws to..
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And so he lied because he can't speak the truth. His tongue is bent. He breaks oaths, my lady, and he swears black is white and white is black, and men believe him because he has honey on his bent tongue. But I know him, my lady, because he's my man, he's sworn to me." And with that I leaned down from the saddle and took hold of Haesten's mail coat, shirt, and cloak, and hauled him up. He"
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I want to believe him, my lady!" Leofstan said earnestly. "I want to believe that this is a miracle to accompany my enthronement! That on Easter day we will have the joy of bringing a pagan horde into the service of Jesus Christ!" "This is Christ's doing!" Father Ceolberht said through his toothless gums."
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In the middle of the nineteenth century a railway line was made from London's Fenchurch Street to Southend and, when excavating at what is now South Benfleet (Beamfleot), the navvies discovered the charred remnants of burned ships among which were scattered human skeletons. Those remains were over nine hundred years old, and they were what was left of Haesten's army and fleet. I
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Marcus Aurelius's Meditations. It
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Till time ended, Baird suspected, there would be uses for a man and his sword. He
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The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away," Baird said, "and you don't piddle away your damned life because you don't like His dispositions."
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10 East 53rd Street
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Instinct is a strange thing. You cannot touch it, feel it, smell it, or hear it, but you must trust it,
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For Arthur, at last, had come.
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Wyrd bid ful araed. The
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Their wings will shadow the sun, their breath will scorch the earth, and their fire will consume the righteous!" "So we all die ?" "No, no, no! We fight them!" "How do you fight a dragon ?" I asked him.
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The shield wall reeks of shit, and all a man wants is to be home, to be anywhere but on this field that prepares for battle, but none of us will turn and run or else we will be despised for ever. We pretend we want to be there, and when the wall at last advances, step by step, and the heart is thumping fast as a bird's wing beating, the world seems unreal.
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bird
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ever
field
heart
home
man
prepares
pretend
reeks
run
shield
shit
turn
unreal
wall
wing
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Serpent-Breath was famous...Wasp-Sting, short and lethal.
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sword
uhtred
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But you can get arrows from the
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