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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| bf0969e | Till time ended, Baird suspected, there would be uses for a man and his sword. He | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 9595068 | 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." | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 83c2e81 | 10 East 53rd Street | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 4851b64 | Instinct is a strange thing. You cannot touch it, feel it, smell it, or hear it, but you must trust it, | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| e580505 | For Arthur, at last, had come. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 748b033 | Wyrd bid ful araed. The | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| df918f4 | 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. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 044e578 | 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. | bird despised ever field heart home man prepares pretend reeks run shield shit turn unreal wall wing world | Bernard Cornwell | |
| 4d7a239 | Serpent-Breath was famous...Wasp-Sting, short and lethal. | sword uhtred | Bernard Cornwell | |
| 654066d | But you can get arrows from the | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| e409e27 | Is all ordained? Foreknowledge is not fate, and we may choose our paths, yet fate says we may not choose them. So if fate is real, do we have a choice? | fate paths | Bernard Cornwell | |
| aef9442 | We honour great men, we admire aristocrats, we applaud actors, we shower gold on portrait painters and we even, sometimes, reward soldiers, but we always despise merchants. But why? It's the merchant's wealth that drives the mills, Sharpe; it moves the looms, it keeps the hammers falling, it fills the fleets, it makes the roads, it forges the iron, it grows the wheat, it bakes the bread and it builds the churches and the cottages and the pa.. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| fa950c8 | He liked to see men cowed and frightened, for that made them biddable, and Sergeant Hakeswill was always at his happiest when he was in control of unhappy men. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| cac1ac9 | the rocketmen ran for cover. The missiles | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| fc01d13 | You will not say how you are haunted by the faces of the men you killed, how in their last gasp of life they sought your pity and you had none. You will not speak of the boys who died screaming for their mothers while you twisted a blade in their guts and snarled your scorn into their ears. You will not confess that you wake in the night, covered in sweat, heart hammering, shrinking from the memories. You will not talk of that, because that.. | fear heroes horror secret shit warriors | Bernard Cornwell | |
| e4eac30 | Step forward again, hold the shield steady. Peer over the top. Fear is screaming somewhere deep. Ignore it. You can smell the shit now. Shit and blood, the stench of glory. The enemy is more frightened. Kill them. Keep the shields steady. Kill. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 7fd8b23 | You do not swing in a shield wall, you stab. May the gods ever send me enemies who swing their blades. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 8006647 | Poor as an honest lawyer. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 416f421 | There's something I've noticed, sir,' he said, 'ever since we joined up with you in Spain.' 'What's that?' 'That we're always outnumbered and surrounded.' | Cornwell Bernard | ||
| 94f79f8 | And you can use that sword, Weland Godfredson?" "As a woman can use her tongue, lord." "You're that good, eh?" Ragnar asked, as ever unable to resist a jest." -- | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| d96189b | So I do my duty," Sharpe said, "and land in the shit." "You have at last seized the essence of soldiering," Hogan said" | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 6cef956 | I kicked back my heels, but all I achieved was to ride out of the panicked mass into the path of the Danes, and all around me men were screaming and the Danish axes and swords were chopping and swinging. The grim work, the blood feast, the song of the blade, they call it. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 9d145bc | So you settle to be a slave, eh? Yes, lord, no, lord, let me hold your prick while you piss all over me, lord? | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 79f47df | Sometimes, when I tell folk my story, they ask why I did not run away from the pagans, why I did not escape southward into the lands where the Danes did not yet rule, but it never occurred to me to try. I was happy, I was alive, I was with Ragnar, and it was enough. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 6171e3b | Have you ever fought in a battle? I know you burned down my barns, but that isn't a battle, you stinking piece of rat-gristle. A battle is the shield wall. It's smelling your enemy's breath while he tries to disembowel you with an ax, it's blood and shit and screams and pain and terror. It's trampling in your friends' guts as enemies butcher them. It's men clenching their teeth so hard they shatter them. Have you ever been in a battle? | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 59c6d68 | our oaths.' He advanced down the path | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 72b04fc | Mais tarde, muito mais tarde, aprendi que a alegria e o medo sao exatamente a mesma coisa. | ptbr the-warlord-chronicles the-winter-king | Bernard Cornwell | |
| 3617495 | a mystery to make men mad. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 3da3e20 | I ain't seen a herd the size of it, not even when the Scots drive the beeves down from Scotland to London. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| b9b1f33 | Now, waving flies from his face, he told the two deserters what they might expect. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 5349f74 | even be here,' Douglas snarled. The Scottish knights had been summoned by | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 3f9228e | He was loose in his enemy's rear, he was angry, and he was ready to give the bastards a taste of hell on earth. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| eab0af8 | E uma coisa ruim estar sempre combatendo", disse ele a ela: Enquanto estou no meio daquilo fico atarefado demais para sentir qualquer coisa; mas logo depois a sensacao e deploravel. E praticamente impossivel pensar em gloria. A mente e os sentimentos ficam exauridos. Fico desconfortavel ate mesmo no momento da vitoria, e sempre digo que, depois de uma batalha perdida, o maior sofrimento e uma batalha vencida. Nao apenas voce perde amigos q.. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 9963fcf | ignored Truslow, trusting instead in the Colonel's largesse. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 9e70de1 | I still feel a pang every time I look at her,' I admitted. 'That's it, isn't it?' he said enthusiastically. 'A pang! A quickness in the heart.' 'Love,' I said drily. 'We're lucky, you and I,' he said, smiling. 'It's friendship, it's love, and it's still something more. It's what the Irish call anmchara, a soul friend. Who else do you want to talk to at the day's end? I love the evenings when we can just sit and talk and the sun goes down an.. | love | Bernard Cornwell | |
| 7b9ed9a | Bem, gracas a Deus eu nao sei o que e perder uma batalha, mas certamente nada pode ser mais doloroso do que ganhar uma com a perda de tantos amigos. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 01a8097 | certainly strip him of his petty | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 6ab3fbc | Mostre-me um guerreiro humilde, e eu verei um cadaver | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 06805ac | Vi que Cippanhamm estava pegando fogo. A fumaca escurecia o ceu de inverno e o horizonte estava cheio de homens, homens montados, homens com espadas, machados, escudos, lancas e estandartes, e mais cavaleiros vinham da porta leste, trovejando sobre a ponte. Porque as oracoes de Alfredo haviam falhado e os dinamarqueses tinham vindo a Wessex. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| d851412 | My banner was behind me and that banner would attract ambitious men. They wanted my skull as a drinking cup, my name as a trophy. They watched me as I watched them and they saw a man covered in mud, but a warlord with a wolf-crested helmet and arm rings of gold and with close-linked mail and a cloak of darkest blue hemmed with golden threads and a sword that was famous throughout Britain. Serpent-Breath was famous, but I sheathed her anyway.. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| a6e7df6 | Meu estandarte estava atras de mim, e atrairia homens ambiciosos. Eles queriam minha caveira como uma taca para beber, meu nome como trofeu. Olhavam-me enquanto eu os olhava, e viam nao um homem coberto de lama, mas sim um senhor de guerra com um elmo que tinha um lobo na crista, braceletes de ouro, malha de elos apertados e um manto azul-escuro com bainha de fios dourados e uma espada famosa por toda a Britania. Bafo de Serpente era famosa.. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| e799840 | They're praying to ham bones, ham bones! The blessed pig! | pig praying | Bernard Cornwell | |
| daafda0 | St George!' the English shouted, but the saint must have been sleeping for he gave the attackers no help. | saint st-george | Bernard Cornwell | |
| b859903 | Children born to unwed mothers,' he said after a long silence, 'have parts of their souls missing. | Bernard Cornwell |