Stormy skies, says Ernesto. He grieved for them. Summer rain. Childhood.
Our day-to-day activities and labor under the sun are reconciled with YHWH's prophetic calendar and the lunar cycle by the thirteenth month. Each day we labor reminds us of our sin and the curse of...
"The weapon is poison,' Kit said. 'I believe that the cause we carry it in is just, but that will not protect you. It is not only death to those whose skin it cuts; it holds a deeper violence within...
schmoozes the customers, brings light and warmth to the
He exuded ambiguities she decided, that was his fascination. His mouth spoke; his eyes said something other: his smile belied everything... He played with the language of the Circle of Days like a...
But the stories that grow up around a king are strong vines with a fierce grip. They pull life from whatever surfaces they cling to, while the roots, maybe, wither and rot until you cannot find the...
The thing to remember when you're writing, is, it's not whether or not what you put on paper is true. It's whether it wakes a truth in your reader. I don't care what literary device you might use, or...
When you play a game of thrones you win or you die.
Intuition is the art of listening, with an inner ear, to the rhythms and melodies of your own "body music."
Jerott said, as Philippa had done, 'And you?' And Lymond stared at him, his brows delicately lifted. 'I shall gather frankincense,' he replied.
For how long can one maintain total vigilance? For how long can love last, in isolation, without sinking crushed beneath its own pressure?
At the end of life, parent and kinsman are as a blind man set to look after a burning lamp.
I once heard a man speak, who had understanding, and the promise of vision. He was called the Master of Culter.
He got everyone out of the room, keeping Danny. Danny stood, his hands dangling unhelpfully. "Well?" he said. "Adam is your man, you know, for sensitive nursing." D'Harcourt, his hands pressing...
They are afraid of him?' D'Harcourt raised his comedian's eyebrows....
Henry of England had all the virtues and all the faults, and solved the contradiction by making scapegoats and sin-eaters of half his entourage.
It isn't that music doesn't matter: the reverse, as it happens. So my defences against it are very strong. Can you understand that?
The drink was almost certainly safe. He would probably get pleurisy, quinsy and pox from the cup.
Happiness, that most childish of states, is infectious. Furthermore, in its innocence, it will not be hidden, even when tempered with sorrow
The Buke of Ye Chess used the game as the basis for a series of sermons on morality. Neither book illustrates play or player improvement, but uses the chessboard and pieces to 'allegorize a political...
Although I despise the hanging jaw of hunger, I do not intend that the needy should look to me for their banquet.
Unlike Francis Crawford, whose game with life was a strange and rootless affair played with the intellect, Jerott had a passionate instinct to live. It was a happy circumstance also that his nervous...
And what form do these take?'...
Marthe's, cool and articulate, did not alter at all. 'My name is Marthe.'...
He has to perfection, M. le Comte, the art of living his private life with as much public attention as possible.
I know. Aha, Oho, and every other bloody ejaculation. Let's take it as read. You're delirious at the idea of manhandling me and can't wait to start. I in turn may say I find your arrival offensive and...
It was of no importance. Birth did not matter; heredity was merely a hurdle; one was what one made of oneself; that and no other.
He's asked Master Zitwitz to leave the duke and travel with him as household controller to the Ambassador's residence in Turkey.'Philippa Somerville blew her nose sharply. 'On the strength of his...
Whether romance existed in him or not, sentimentality had no place at all.
I'll take care of it,' said Richard Crawford quietly, and Lymond lifted his head. 'Oh, Richard. Timely as ever. I want.…'...
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you...
If I turned towards books, it was because they were the only sanctuary I knew, one I needed in order...
We all had to pay, but not for the crimes we were accused of. There were other scores to settle.
Hope for some means its loss for others; when the hopeless regain some hope, those in power--the...
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...
It isn't even good grammar. What the hell does it mean when they disappear somebody?
Keep in mind that when we talk of a great painting we are not really talking about anything great....