Quotes by : Bernard Cornwell

Nor did he care about his childhood, for certainly I never heard him speak of it. I once questioned him....

The shield wall reeks of shit, and all a man wants is to be home, to be anywhere but on this field that....

The wheel of fortune that had once raised her so high had taken her into the utter depths.

Oh the madness of battle! We fear it, we celebrate it, the poets sing of it, and when it fills the blood....

Do you ever read the scriptures?""Every day," I said enthusiastically, "not a moment passes that I don't....

The bards sing of love, they celebrate slaughter, they extol kings and flatter queens, but were I a poet....

Father Hobbe, his cassock skirts hitched up to his waist, was fighting with a quarterstaff, ramming the....

It's better to make the wrong choice," my father had continued, "than to make no choice at all.

I forget your name," I said."Most people spew shit from their arse," he retorted, "you manage it with....

Serpent-Breath was famous...Wasp-Sting, short and lethal.