“The coast's a jungle of Moors, Turks, Jews, renegades from all over Europe, sitting in palaces built from the sale of Christian slaves. There are twenty thousand men, women and children in the bagnios of Algiers alone. I am not going to make it twenty thousand and one because your mother didn't allow you to keep rabbits, or whatever is at the root of your unshakable fixation." "I had weasels instead," said Philippa shortly. "Good God," said Lymond, looking at her. "That explains a lot.” MenChildrenSaidChristianMotherThousandSittingEuropeBuiltRootsTwentiesSlaveJewCoastJungleRabbitsPalacesMen WomenGood GodUnshakableFixationWeaselsMoorsRenegades Author:Dorothy Dunnett
“But it's also because of something personal. My mother and father met while playing chess, so I've always had a fondness for the game. If it weren't for chess, I might not be here.” IfsMightMotherFatherGamesMetsAffectionChessMother And FatherFondnessPlaying Chess Author:Dorothy Dunnett
“Only common mortals like the Somervilles have good old rotten hates, dear,' said her mother. 'Sir Graham manages to love everybody and wouldn't know what you're talking about. Have a bun.' 'He doesn't love the Turks,' said Philippa. 'He kills them.' 'That isn't hate,' said Kate Somerville. 'That's simply hoeing among one's principles to keep them healthy and neat. I'm sure he would tell you he bears them no personal grudge; and they think they're going to Paradise anyway, so it does everyone good.” ThinkingKnowsLoveDoeSaidAgeMotherHateCommonTalkingPrinciplesBearsHealthyDearManageMortalsParadiseRottenNeatKateGrudgeGood LoveBuns Author:Dorothy Dunnett
