“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
“To the men exposed to his rule Lymond never appeared ill: he was never tired; he was never worried, or pained, or disappointed, or passionately angry. If he rested, he did so alone; if he slept, he took good care to sleep apart. “—I sometimes doubt if he’s human,” said Will, speaking his thought aloud. “It’s probably all done with wheels.” IfsMenHumansSaidSometimesDoneCareSleepDoubtAngryTiredIllWorriedWheelsDisappointedExposed Author:Dorothy Dunnett
“I wish to God,” said Gideon with mild exasperation, “that you’d talk—just once—in prose like other people.” PeopleSaidWishProseGideonExasperation Book:The Game Of Kings: The Lymond Chronicles Book One Source: The Game Of Kings: The Lymond Chronicles Book One
“If I can’t be personal, I don’t want to argue,” said his hostess categorically. “I may be missing your points, but you’re much too busy dodging mine.” IfsWantMaySaidI CanMissingMinesBusyArguingToo BusyHostesses Author:Dorothy Dunnett
“Repressively, Lymond himself answered. “I dislike being discussed as if I were a disease. Nobody ‘got’ me,” he said.” IfsSaidDiseaseDislike Author:Dorothy Dunnett
“Did I ever tell you,’ said Lymond pausing on the afterthought, on his way to the flap, ‘that that aunt of mine once hatched an egg?’ He paused, deep in thought, and walked slowly to the door before turning again. His lordship of Aubigny, staring after the vanishing form of his brother, received the full splendour of Lymond’s smile. ‘It was a cuckoo,’ said Francis Crawford prosaically, and followed Lennox out.” WaySaidFormDoorsMinesBrotherStaringEggsDeep ThoughtAuntVanishingSplendourCuckoosLordshipPausingAfterthought Author:Dorothy Dunnett
“Depose him,’ said Will Scott, astonished. ‘The Grand Master’s holy office terminates with his life.’ ‘And can nobody think of an answer to that?’ said Will Scott.” ThinkingSaidAnswersMastersHolyOffice Author:Dorothy Dunnett
“Today,’ said Lymond, ‘if you must know, I don’t like living at all. But that’s just immaturity boggling at the sad face of failure. Tomorrow I’ll be bright as a bedbug again.” IfsKnowsSaidTodayFacesTomorrowImmaturitySad Face Author:Dorothy Dunnett
“It seems to me,’ said Philippa prosaically, ‘that on the whole we run more risks with Mr Crawford’s protection than without it.” SaidWholeSeemsRunningRiskProtection 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
