historical-fiction

LIPID (Last Idiot Person I Dated) syndrome: a largely undiagnosed but pervasive disease that afflicts single women.

I__ an idiot for trying to avoid these feelings because they have caused me pain in the past.

If Miss Elton spoke water instead of words, then there would have been a repetition of Noah__ flood.

The wiry man scratched his head, looked the two inquisitors up and down and cleared his throat softly. __e must be quick._ He turned to go, pulling his cloak over his head and shuffling through the door into the moonlight. The two inquisitors moved with impossible silence behind, floating across the straw-covered floor like the cats on the walls outside the hut. The cats froze at the disturbance before scurrying noiselessly into the shadows as the three silhouettes crossed the ten yards of grass before the blackness of the forest swallowed them. No fires flickered at this time, when the full moon was highest in the cloudless summer sky, and the three were the only waking souls in the hamlet.

I reckon it__ true what they say that good begets good and bad begets bad. The evil men do lives on after them, but what good they done gets buried with their bones.

She had very much looked forward to a word in private with him. But she forgot, as she usually did, the silence that always came between them in these latter years, whenever they found themselves alone.The queer sensation in her chest, however, was all too familiar, that mix of pleasure and pain, never one without the other.She could have done without those feelings. She would have happily gone her entire life never experiencing the pangs of longing and the futility of regret. He made her human__r as human as she was capable of being. And being human was possibly her least favorite aspect of life.

A smile is hidden beneath the mustache, it crinkles the corners of his hooded eyes. __ didn__. I have other business in town and I told my friend I would attend to the matter of his son, as he could not do so himself._ __ery kind of you._ __es. I have been looking forward to it for quite some time._ Daddy__ lemonade is almost gone, he sips it carefully, turning his eyes back to the water. __ooking forward to seeing the lad or to conducting your business?_ Daddy is toying with him. __oth. You see, I had never actually met his son._ The glass rests against Daddy__ lips, unmoving. Mr. Geyer watches him closely. __ut now I have, so I can get on with my,_ he fixes his own gaze on the water, as though trying to see whatever it is that has transfixed my father, __usiness.

What had these people done to deserve a band of desperate rebels turning up on their doorsteps, and now more trouble! Yet, what had any of them done, what gods had they displeased to deserve the calamity that was the Romans?

Life is volatile.

How men fear the chaos of the world, I thought, and the yawning eternity hereafter. So we build patterns to explain its terrible mysteries and reassure ourselves we are safe in this world and beyond.

Life, like that water droplet, is everlasting and imperishable. There is only a transition, never an end !

I was fifteen when I first met Sherlock Holmes, fifteen years old with my nose in a book as I walked the Sussex Downs, and nearly stepped on him. In my defense I must say it was an engrossing book, and it was very rare to come across another person in that particular part of the world in that war year of 1915.

The typewriter is indeed my passport into a world otherwise barred to me and my kind.

You must regard this deviation from your plan as part of the adventure that you sought when you decided to embark on it in the first place...Absence of certainty is its essence. People...who choose to shun the mundane must not only expect, but also enjoy and profit from surprises.

Between the sands of time and tradition is a multitude of truths untold.

Their eyes locked.They could see into each other's souls. This was why she had been bored.

Men may fight the battle, but women wage the war.

I remember the great feeling of sadness to have left many of our brothers behind in a foreign land, but as I sat on the rowing bench, alongside Hengist and Yffi, as the Famous Horse sailed over the gentle waves, I couldn't help but feel excited of what was to come. Yet none of us could have predicted that we were sailing towards a head -on-collision with the Roman General, Flavius Aëtius and his Hun allies, where Hengist and I would come face to face with the legendary Siegfried the Dragon Slayer and the one they call Attila the Hun!