The Red Knight

All the best romances bloom in the midst of a good siege.

Listen up, then. Evil is a choice. It is a choice. Doing the wicked thing is the easy way out, and it is habit forming. I’ve done it.

May I leave you with some genuine wisdom, in place of all the humdrum claptrap? Do well. Act with honour and dignity. Not because there is some promised reward, but because it is the only way to live.

Do well. Act with honour and dignity. Not because there is some promised reward, but because it is the only way to live. And that is as true for my kind as for yours.

The essence of warfare is to force the pace and hope your enemy makes a mistake.

Never make a plan more complicated than your ability to communicate it.

Do well. Act with honour and dignity. Not because there is some promised reward, but because it is the only way to live.

The devil can quote scripture,” she said. “No doubt he had his hand in writing it,” the captain shot back.

These Outwallers that killed Hector - the Sossag - they were serving a Power of the Wild called Thorn. Aye?" "Naming calls. But yes." The captain drank. "So I call him and he comes and I gut him," Tom said. "So?

Men tire quickly when they are scared. A patrol in hostile terrain is the most tiring thing a soldier can do short of violence.

There are different types of soldier. Some men are trained to stand under fire, waiting for their turn to inflict death. Others are like hunters, slipping from cover to cover.

Gelfred,’ the captain said, with a bitter smile. ‘God doesn’t give a fuck.’ Their

It had been done to leave terror. It was almost artistic.

They were going to do that thing that they did. When they moved like lightning and struck like the hammer on the anvil. Soldiers know, feel, these things. And luck rose about them, as if they were magi casting words of power with the hooves of their horses.

The captain shook his head. “Mag, what do my thoughts of good and evil mean to the worms in the road? I can be the most honourable knight who ever lived, and my horse’s iron-shod hooves will crush their soft bodies every step, after a rain.” He smiled at her. “And I won’t even know.

If there is a god, how can he allow so much fucking misery and deserve my thanks for it?

His sword took the nearest neatly, because killing fleeing infantryman was an essential part of knightly training, taken for granted, like courage.