The Fell Sword

The Red Knight sighed. ‘Sometimes I think you all take me for granted,’ he said and went off to wash the blood off his hands.

Sauce grinned. 'Anytime, baby,' she said. 'We could make that our motto,' allowed the Captain.

Dariusz felt something like admiration for the Red Knight. They clearly read the same books.

Jamie, to the best of my understanding, anything you do to help a woman who needs help is chivalry. In this case, that’s ploughing.

He does the good works already, Arn. He merely does them while cursing God.” He leaned over. “While you sinned while praising God.

The tiny imaginary audience inside his head did not exist; no one watches our life movies.

Do you know that in the Archaic Empire, the Master of Spies referred to every agent by the name of a flower or an animal or some such - never by their own names. Not even their sexes were known." "Sex?" asked Guisarme. "We wouldn't use women as spies, would we?" There was the briefest pause, as there always is when a dozen men realise that one of their number is a fool.

Stronger is for those who seek strength. The people want to live. Life is not about strength. Life is about living.

The Mega Ducas accepted communion and did not burst into flames. Wilful Murder lost a small amount of money over it.

It should come as no surprise that they are threatened by those who make war a profession. We don’t need to be manly or brave. All we have to do is win. There is no second place, and we get paid just as well whether we lose half our men or lose no men.

Victory in war is usually the result of compromising what you want and behaving like those you despise." - Tapio

It was the crossbows that decided Turkos, although his decision was almost too fast to be described as thought. Even as they emerged from the shadow to gloat over their prisoners, he reared his horse - his precious horse, that he loved, Athena. She reared obediently, and her broad stomach and long neck took all six of the crossbow bolts meant for him. And because she was all heart, she landed on four feet and continued forward after her iron-shod forefeet crushed the skulls of two warriors. And then she fell.

Vetronius’s Gladius Capitalis. Heraklitus’s θανατηϕóρα σπαθί.” Sister Anna winced at his pronunciation of High Archaic, which was the Alban and not the local Morean.

No time like the present,” Helewise said. “It’s the work you don’t start that never gets done.

He was one of the kindest of the masters—until he felt he had been ignored.

Later in the night, Nell brought two of the company mutts up from the stables. It took her almost an hour to find the horses, and more time to find the stall where the dogs had been penned. Then she lost her way coming back through the endless corridors and the mutts tried to bite an Ordinary. Everything is an adventure when you're a page.