Author of quotes: Bernard Cornwell. Page 2

Love is a dangerous thing. She comes secretly to change our lives.

- Every night, locking the door, you have to fear enemies in the darkness, every day you'll be out for enemies. For you there will be no peace anywhere.
Dunholm.
- I know this place.
- Then you know that this fortress is impossible to take.
- I took it.

- I could not help myself. I prayed that this did not happen, but the more I prayed, the more thought about it.
- And that you love him.
Yes.

- I'll pay you!
My fee is happiness Ethelfled.

- Give me my sword!
- I will spend life after death in the hall of Odin. And I'll be there to feast with your brother. And neither he nor I want to be in your company.

And Ethelfled will be free, and love will win, and will always blow warm wind, and the winter will eat, and none of us will ever grow old, and the trees will grow silver and gold would appear like dew on the grass, and bright stars will Shine lovers forever.
Everything was so simple.

I believe that the people we kill are inextricably linked to us. The threads of their life, become Ghost, the goddess of fate weave our threads, and the load is the dead remains with us to haunt us as long as a sharp blade will not cut finally and our lives

Cowardice is always with us, and courage, too - one that encourages poets to lay down songs about us. Courage is simply the will to overcome fear

I'll never understand you, Uhtred.
- I am a very simple soul. I just want to go home.
- Not in the halls of Odin?
- Sooner or later - but first home.

Once in Valhalla feasted the twelve gods, but Loki, God of mischief, at that time forgot to invite. And he played a cruel joke, persuaded the blind head to throw the escape of mistletoe at his brother Balder. Balder, the favorite of the gods, and he was a good God, but it could kill the mistletoe. And here he was killed by his own brother, and Loki laughed mischievously. Since everyone knows that thirteen - a very bad number. Thirteen birds in the sky portend misfortune, thirteen stones laid in a pot, will poison any food, but if the dining table will gather thirteen people - one of them is soon going to die. And now thirteen soldiers in my unit could only mean one thing - our defeat.

My father and my father's father, and all my ancestors from time immemorial were Vikings. We sailed across the sea to where he could get rich. And do became rich. We have lived happily without experiencing a lack in ele, silver, and battle. And if I were a king I have to protect what I have from people who will try to take away from me is. As a result of the Viking I will become a shepherd. And I want to be free. I have for too long been held hostage, and I need freedom now. I want to see how the wind blows the sails, and my sword shines in the sun. I do not wish to burden themselves with responsibilities.

- It stinks from you. And anyway, you're the ugly, the hairy, the smelly bastard I have ever seen. I ought to throw you to the crabs, but what a nice crab will not feel to you disgust?
You sent Alfred?
- Yes, but I wouldn't have agreed to look for you if I knew, what a dirty shit you've become. Good to see you, Uhtred, Ragnarson.

You're alive, Uhtred!
- I'm hard to kill, father.
- Yes, it is, it is, although as a child you were extremely weak child.
- I?!
"From weaklings scallywag" - so always told your father. And then you started to grow.
- And never stopped right?

- Here all the record. Literally everything! Can you read?
- Able to read and write.
- How many times do you use that?
Never.
- Then why are the monks always something to write?
Just the whole of their religion recorded. And we are not.
- Written religion? What is it like?
Well, Christians have a special book in which are recorded the whole of their religion.
- And why do it?
I do not know. Christians just record it and everything. But of course, they write the laws. Alfred loves to make new laws, and they shall be sure to bring in books.
- If people can't remember the laws, then these laws too much.