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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| f9782b3 | You mean my reputation is ruined? No wealthy gentlemen suing for my favours?' 'No respectable wealthy gentlemen suing for your favours,' he said. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| f00854c | I prefer a society which accepts that I have no choice, and does not pretend that I have. I prefer a God who does what he wills, and rules as he desires, and enjoins on me not to prevent anything against its destiny. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 8af2df7 | You summon and you throw away. You treat love like a bird for the table ... Like a pawn, now in frankincense, now discarded and thrown in the dirt. You don't know what love is, either of you. And God help us and you, if you ever find out. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| b700986 | Philippa ... release me from my promise.' She put her hands over her mouth, and then took them away. 'I can't. I can't.' He had pulled his own hands down, looking still at the stool, his face quite turned away. 'You can. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 889728f | Duty; friendship; compassion. Which moved him to die for you? | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 466bf90 | Jerott said, as Philippa had done, 'And you?' And Lymond stared at him, his brows delicately lifted. 'I shall gather frankincense,' he replied. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| fb24445 | Poor bloody bastard: he hasn't a chance, has he? Kicked from cradle to whorehouse; his mother slaughtered by Gabriel, his father propped up by opium. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 579e0f8 | The child, level with the kneeling man, had moved nearer, his eyes wide, his face uplifted as if to embrace him. Before he could touch him, Lymond rose, and, looking down, smiled. 'Keep thy kisses. Thou art almost a man; and a man chooses to kiss only the persons he loves. Then thy kiss will be a big gift indeed. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 9a79466 | I am good?' said the strained treble. 'Thou art good,' said Francis Crawford in a dry voice. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 1090372 | That was your son, man, who went out just now ... What better proof do you want? That and his looks ... and his guts.' 'Thank you,' said Lymond. 'If that is a compliment. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| c395d3e | His horse stumbled in the tussocky ground and made him realize, then, how thoughtlessly fast he was riding...how thoughtlessly fast he was thinking. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| e0efef8 | I hope,' said Jerott, breathing softly and hard, 'that you never meet those who will judge what you have done. How would you recognize love? Or compassion? Francis at least has learned that. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 72770a9 | I would have forgone even the body for the sake of the mind. And I would have claimed neither body nor mind, had I discovered a soul. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 68ace61 | Hullo. A strange game, isn't it? I don't enjoy it much either. But we have to finish it. Then you choose what we play next.' And a smile broke over Khaireddin's face: a genuine smile; the first one, thought Jerott, that anyone there had probably seen. Then he said something in the little voice, so much less fluent than Kuzum's; and Lymond said, 'Of course, your shells are still there. Supper first, and then you shall play with them. Goodbye.. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 8dde0c5 | Lymond said, 'You were too intent on your own slaughter; too ruthless; too greedy. You have pushed me until I have no alternatives left. You must take the consequences of that. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 17d5d98 | Lymond moved swiftly from Jerott's side to where the fine hair, curling like silk, lay on the Geomaler's arm; and bending his head, kissed the dead child, as he had not kissed the living, full on the mouth. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| f548be1 | The moment is past. The chessboard has gone; and the people. You must let me take the room from you too. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 4ac128f | And then his true courtship of her had its beginning; and to the worship of his body, he joined the fairest garlands from the treasure-house of his mind, and made a bower for her. Adored; caressed into delight; conducted by delicate paths into ravishing labyrinths where pleasure, like carillons on glass, played upon pleasure, she leaned on his voice, and sometimes answered it. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 1fa78d0 | It is not easy for Brehons to decide concerning bees that have taken up their lodging in the trees of a noble dignitary; with respect to which it is not easy to cut the tree. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| cf6ecf0 | It was only the first stage, that was all. It was only the first knot in the snare, the first flick of the hook; the first hint of the spin in the arrow. The first letting of blood not his own. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| e9e80b7 | This is a clever bastard, my friends. I like that word for instance. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 0cba52f | And for Adam Blacklock the artist, older, wiser, and perhaps less vulnerable than once he had been, a chance to assess from maturity a person whose maturity was and always had been a thing disconcerting to witness. For what, after these violent years, would entertain or even interest Francis Crawford, Blacklock found he had no idea. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 831f36b | About his lengthening absence, Kathi spoke only once, and then obliquely, for there were some things too painful for words. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 6084d7e | The words now had meaning. All poetry had meaning, and sorrow she had never envisaged. Behind, veiled in soft rain as the dragon-prowed barge slid across the grey water to Pera, she saw for the last time close at hand the soft, frescoed height of the Seraglio, heart of the Ottoman world, its domes and chimneys and towers, its tall cypresses and gardens picked out in grisaille and gold. Today, perhaps, the Gate of the Dead would perform its .. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 8ad15a0 | You see someone before you who is not afraid to say what he thinks, provided he is in a position of ascendancy with a door open behind him and a knife gripped in each hand. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 056c5f9 | For a moment Lymond remained there, surveying them. His eight officers, staring edgily back, saw a delicate-looking gentleman in a pretty paned and pinked tunic with the finest voile shirt bands and a link-belt of Italian enamel work. A man whose yellow hair, dry and light and unevenly tipped, eclipsed the sunlight behind him, and whose attic profile and unoccupied, long-shafted hands caused a small moan of ecstasy to burst, very circumspec.. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 1ba8aea | He knew what would happen. He has laid wagers with himself, I imagine, for days: how many hours, how many miles towards safety before he has to drop out. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 42f8f4c | The beauty of worthy things is not in the face but in the backside, endearing more by their departure than their address. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 9424a4a | Daniel Hislop, the son of the bishop?' 'The Bishop's bastard,' said Hislop, with a cold-eyed assumption of coyness. 'Sir. My lord. Jesus.' Lymond's eyes turned to him, open. Then changing position, he seated himself, and placed his hands gently on the table before him. 'Sir will do,' said Lymond calmly, 'unless you receive divine witness to the contrary. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 7ba7758 | But you didn't know about the woman, dear Alec,' said Danny Hislop at supper that night, when Lymond had walked down to his horse and departed. 'Nobody told us about the woman. Guzel. The Mistress. What if they have a tiff and she withdraws all her assets before the Tsar has decided to keep us? What,' said Danny dreamily, 'if she takes against our coarse ways when she meets us? Or decides she'd prefer one of us to sweet Francis?... Jesus?.... | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| afff8d3 | The nursing brethren spoke in whispers to Jerott. Such stillness was what the overstrained body required. Pray God it would last. Downstairs, Jerott unleashed his anxious irritation on Marthe. 'They know it can't last. Why don't they admit it?' 'They are kind. They are innocent. They believe God is merciful,' said Marthe. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| e265164 | Music, the knife without a hilt. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| ce8d133 | His lawte maid him presoner to be, And for the commoun proffet of the land He chesit him as presoner to stand. NICHOLAS DE FLEURY, immured with his charge on the English border at Upsettlington, had by this time no heavenly credit left, unless his state of mind was proof against angels. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| fc4dbf9 | belongs to M. de St Pol. I think he has a great deal of ingenuity, but today he is not | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 9013919 | Bruges was the multiple voice of working water; and the quality of brick-thrown echoes, and the hiss of trees and the flap of drying cloths in the flat-country wind, and the grunting, like frogs in a marsh, of quires of crucified clothes, left to vibrate in the fields of the tenters. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 0d4f2f8 | whole oxen confessed to the fires at each end and reached sizzling Judgment on the crowded tables, alongside pies and puddings and heaped fragrant trenchers and jars of bland, too-warm wines. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 54b65a3 | THE ELEGANT WORKING out of designs historical and romantic, political and commercial, psychological and moral, over a multivolume novel is a Dorothy Dunnett specialty. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| b9a3b78 | que je vive, mon cueur ne changera ... Mon chois est fait, aultre ne se fera ... | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 4e1f13f | A moment later the music began, and Kate shrank beneath the onslaught of its message: the fury of hope and joy that towered in the notes, outburning the sunlight and outpouring the volumes of the sea. All that was bold and noble and happy in created sound burst from the metempirical quills, and it was a blasphemy not to rejoice. Christian died in its midst, purposeful and successful; the last struggle unseen by anyone but Kate, and laying n.. | dying joy-of-life | Dorothy Dunnett | |
| 84d7668 | Lymond ha vuelto | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 99cd9ca | As a highly qualified Turkish-trained concubine from the harem of Suleiman the Magnificent, Philippa Somerville settled into English court life as a kite among chickens, and as a kite among kites into the Spanish court of the new King-consort Philip. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 30cb8ff | But I can't offer you a zoo at St Mary's. Can you make do with what I have?' 'With Hoddim and Guthrie and Blacklock? What you have is a zoo. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 7771f65 | You don't take offence?" "Frequently," Nicholas said. "I seldom show it." | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 9dcdd6a | On the day that his grannie was killed by the English, Sir William Scott the Younger of Buccleuch was at Melrose Abbey, marrying his aunt. | Dorothy Dunnett |