Quotes from Edward Rutherfurd

Sviatopolk tenía la impresión de que ya no podía seguir odiando, pues el odio que se había nutrido con él año tras año, impulsándolo hacia delante como un cruel jinete que hinca las espuelas en los flancos de su caballo, había acabado por agotarlo.

Was Paris now at peace with herself? She had suffered and survived, seen empires rise and fall. Chaos and dictatorship, monarchy and republic: Paris had tried them all. And which did she like best? Ah, there was a question . . . For all her age and grace, it seemed she did not know.

confusion. The first was Ralph Silversleeves. As preparations for the expected invasion went forward, not only had King William sent for mercenaries from the Continent, he had also told Mandeville to prepare the Londoners. Which meant a new task for Ralph. For once, the surly Norman had set about his work with

Ella era su antigua amante, su confidente y su amiga.

propio del prejuicio es que aquel que lo tiene no es consciente de ello en absoluto.

Seen from a distance, the hill of Montmartre hadn't changed much since Roman times. For centuries, old vines had grown there tended by local nuns in the Middle Ages, though the vineyards nowadays had either been built upon or lapsed into waste ground. But one pleasant change had occurred, a number of wooden windmills had gathered near the summit, their lumbering sails turning in the wind, giving the hill a picturesque appearance.

Del año 1696 recuerdo dos acontecimientos. Hacía unos años que se había trazado una nueva calle paralela a la vieja muralla del norte de la ciudad, que se estaba cayendo a pedazos. A esa nueva calle la llamaron Wall Street, o calle del Muro. Ese año, los anglicanos sentaron los cimientos de una gran iglesia en la esquina de Wall Street y Broadway, a la que pusieron por nombre Trinity Church, o iglesia de la Trinidad.

His own people, the Dutchman thought, as men of the sea, had no liking for thunder. To them it brought harms and fears. But the Indians were wiser. They knew what it meant when the thunder spoke: the gods who dwelt in the lowest of the twelve heavens were protecting the world from evil.

I don't want you to marry an ignorant man; and believe me, a happy marriage is a sharing of minds as well as of other things.

Hacía apenas un mes que habían robado en el Louvre el famoso cuadro de Leonardo da Vinci. Habían detenido a Apollinaire, un escritor considerado anarquista, y después a un amigo suyo, un joven pintor desconocido, un tal Picasso. Seguían siendo sospechosos, pero hasta el momento no habían encontrado pruebas de su culpabilidad. Tampoco habían detectado ni rastro del cuadro.

path to the old springs, which utterly delighted Karpenko. "How Slavic!" he cried. And then: "How pagan." The evenings Dimitri especially enjoyed. For sometimes, while the others laughed and talked in the library, he would quietly sit at the piano and try out his own tentative compositions. It was on these occasions that he discovered a new and extraordinary feature

Los ricos, los de clase media y los pobres se codeaban sin mayor problema, al igual que lo sagrado y lo profano.

Writing historical novels can be dangerous. We need to be as accurate and as fair about the historical record as we can be, at the same time as creating our fictional characters and, hopefully, telling a good story. The challenge is weaving the fiction into the history.

I descend from both Philadelphia Quakers and Carolina colonists whose families were separated by the Revolutionary War. That helped give me insight into the agony of Patriots who, until the British government denied their claims, had always, like Ben Franklin himself, thought of themselves as free-born Englishmen.

You can do what you like, sir, but I'll tell you this. New York is the true capital of America. Every New Yorker knows it, and by God, we always shall.

as I said,I believe in fate.Things happen as they are meant to be.We just have to recognize our destiny.

So does nobody care about Ireland?" "Nobody. Neither King Louis, nor King Billie, nor King James." He nodded thoughtfully. "The fate of Ireland will be decided by men not a single one of whom gives a damn about her. That is her tragedy.

All empires become arrogant. It is their nature.

Paris. City of love. City of dreams. City of splendour. City of saints and scholars. City of gaiety. Sink of iniquity. In two thousand years, Paris had seen it all.

She was quiet for a moment or two. Then she said: 'Cruel words are a terrible thing, Quash. Sometimes you regret them. But what's been said cannot be unsaid.

Don't you know that there's another bubble as well An expectations bubble. Bigger houses private planes yachts ...... stupid salaries and bonuses. People come to desire these things and expect them. But the expectations bubble will burst as well as all bubbles do. Come to my gallery and I will sell you beautiful things at a more reasonable price. But the point is that they will have value. Things of real beauty things of the spirit.

For the increase in the number of my Brennan cousins," Conall remarked dryly, "we must thank the potato.

When a voyager begins a journey, he prepares his ship, decides upon his course and sets sail. What else can he do? But he cannot know the outcome – what storms may arise, what new lands he may find, or whether or not he will return. That is destiny, and you must accept it. Never think you can escape destiny.

Fate was cruel, but it was fate.