Quotes from Katherine Kurtz

Wrath is cruel, and anger is outrageous; but who is able to stand before envy? —Proverbs 27:4

Chapter 1 In the bitter cold of a late December night, the gargoyle's sharp gaze scanned restlessly over the deserted streets of Dublin. Not far below, the clock in the tower of St. Patrick's Cathedral began to strike midnight. The sound of the bell reverberated on a breeze brittle with the promise of snow, skittering among the city's chimneys and across frost-kissed slate roofs. Very soon, the rhythm was picked up by other clocks elsewhere in the sleeping city.

Reflected briefly in the car's polished black door, just as his visitor ducked back into the sheltering shadow of the shutters, was not a darkly menacing shadow-shape laced with fire, but the stern, majestic figure of an armored warrior, with a diadem of stars bound across its noble brow and dark pinions sweeping from powerful shoulders to trail rainbows behind. And what its strong hands were cradling against its armored breast was not a radiator mascot but a tiny winged cherub.

O God, from whom all holy desires, all good judgments, and all just works proceed: Give to Your servants that peace which the world cannot give, that our hearts may be set to obey Your commandments, and that we, being defended from the fear of our enemies, may pass our time in rest and quietness; through Christ Jesus Your Son our Lord.

The sound of the bell reverberated on a breeze brittle with the promise of snow, skittering among the city's chimneys and across frost-kissed slate roofs.

You can't sneeze in Dublin without somebody saying 'God bless you' in Kerry.

That's a Christian concept. No self-respecting witch would worship a Christian god of evil.

The gratitude of every home in our island, in our empire, and indeed throughout the world, except in the abodes of the guilty, goes out to the British airmen who, undaunted by odds, unwearied in their constant challenge and mortal danger, are turning the tide of the world war by their prowess and by their devotion

Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few.

Who will rise up against the evildoers? or who will stand up for me against the workers of iniquity? —Psalms 94:16

It's said that every man has his price, my prince," Morgan said. "Some are simply too high to be met." "And is yours that high?" Duncan faltered just an instant in his ministrations, but Morgan merely smiled. "High enough that no man could ever pay it but you, my prince," he replied without hesitation. "I am your man, as I was your father's before you. You have bought me with your love. Nor can I ever be resold.