Quotes from Bernard Cornwell

With Stiorra too," I said, and felt a pang of guilt. I have been a careless father. My eldest son was an outlaw to me because of his damned religion, Uhtred had turned out well, but none of that was my doing, while Stiorra was a mystery to me.

Never do what an enemy expects, Dudda. We'll go in at dawn. On the flood.

Men are cruel,' I said, 'and the gods made us like themselves

Podemos fazer a paz, mas apenas se formos suficientemente fortes para fazer a guerra

Once they passed a village sacked by the French. Not a building remained intact, not a person was in sight, not an animal still lived.

And that was what the Christians had been doing in their church, consecrating their wizards by making boys into black-clothed priests who would spread their filth further, and my son, my eldest son, was now a damned Christian priest and I hit him again.

The English chevauchée was a tactic to destroy a country's power, to starve the lords of taxes, to burn their

Till time ends and evermore, that

Mais tarde, muito mais tarde, aprendi que a alegria e o medo são exatamente a mesma coisa, uma apenas se transformava na outra pela ação, mas

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. WWW.BERNARDCORNWELL.NET

Pedimos ajuda para garantir que a luz do Evangelho não seja extinta na Britânia – disse o outro padre –, para que os pagãos sejam totalmente derrotados e assim o amor de Cristo preencha esta terra. – O que ele quer dizer – explicou Pyrlig – é que sabia que você estava na merda, por isso me procurou e pediu ajuda, e eu não tinha nada melhor a fazer.

All gone now, just memory is left, and memories fade. But the joy is bedded in the memory

Mostre-me um guerreiro humilde, e eu verei um cadáver

He hates you, but why should the falcon care about the sparrow's hate?

Reputation! It is the one thing that outlives us. Men die, women die, all die, but reputation lives on like the echo of a song, and men crave reputation, as they crave the heavy arm rings that mark a warrior's victories.

Vi que Cippanhamm estava pegando fogo. A fumaça escurecia o céu de inverno e o horizonte estava cheio de homens, homens montados, homens com espadas, machados, escudos, lanças e estandartes, e mais cavaleiros vinham da porta leste, trovejando sobre a ponte. Porque as orações de Alfredo haviam falhado e os dinamarqueses tinham vindo a Wessex.

So most priests are weak men, but like all men, given some small authority, they become tyrants. And because so many priests are fools they will not think, but simply repeat the things they learned. Things change, but priests do not change. And now things are changing fast.

could feel the torn, knurled rim that had held the small lens of the eyepiece. The

And you look bloody young to be a sergeant." "I was born late, sir," Sharpe said. He

of jackets that had their sleeves threaded onto two poles cut from an ash tree

The preachers tell us that pride is a great sin, but the preachers are wrong. Pride makes a man, it drives him, it is the shield wall around his reputation and the Danes understood that. Men die, they said, but reputation does not die.

Arrogance is all in a young warrior

The hall's door was framed by a pair of vast curved bones that had come from some sea monster.

Idle men make mischief, especially idle men supplied with ale, whores, and weapons.