historical-fiction

A_gripping_historical novel . . ._heart-stopping, heart-racing and eventually heart-easing.__ibrary Voice

I'm learning not to hope for what I can't control...

There are some things you never say good-bye to

Demoralize the enemy from within by surprise, terror, sabotage, assassination. This is the war of the future.

You cruel, hard-hearted gods!_ I flung the goblet in his direction. Hermes barely had time to dart out of its way before it hit the wall and shattered to small pieces. __ou__e all the same! Hsst! Jealous! Vindictive! That__ what you are! You allow yourselves to take pleasure with any mortal you wish. Let a goddess do the same. Let a goddess choose a mortal for her lover, and you set off in a fury of revenge against her as if her actions are an affront to you. And all the while, you male gods allow yourselves all kinds of liberties you deny to us females.

He grieved too, Klara said, for the loss of a certain idea of himself.

I have come to think that's where Heaven is, a place in the memories of other where our best selves live

Cease, daughter!" said the priest at last in a trembling voice. "I cannot grant absolution, no priest could...

Roger speaking to Brianna: It's too important. You don't forget having a dad."You do remember your father?"No. I remember yours.

my own definition of bad historical fiction hits these points:It fails to transport the reader to a former time.It fails to put the reader in another place.It fails to bring characters to life.It fails to make the reader shiver, sweat, sniffle, sneer, snarl, weep, laugh, gag, ache, hunger, wince, yearn, lust, lose sleep, empathize, hate, or need to go potty.It seems dubious.It has characters who seem too good or too bad to be true.It has anachronisms.It has clichés and stereotypes.Its writing style distracts the reader from the narrative.It takes historic license with times and facts.It is pointless.It is carelessly written.It is easy to put down.

In time of war, it is not enough to say, __ am a citizen and I have rights._ One must also say, __ am a citizen and I have obligations.

Now the day has ended, its brief excitements already an imperfect memory.

Prisoners!" Finan shouted, and I suspected he was shouting at me because I had so blatantly ignored my own insistence that we take men captive.

Sometimes I wonder which is worse: To have to kill because it is your job, or to have no remorse for all the murderous things you have done?

I__ all alone against the darkness. Dark winds rising against me.

Hanna reached for Margaret's hand, knowing nothing she could say would bring comfort. Margaret would never see her grandmother again. Nor would Hanna see her Oma, who had wept when Hanna boarded the ship for America, waving goodbye for the last time. Only the elderly and frail were left behind. And letters from home were not the same as a warm laugh or a cup of tea shared on a cold day.

Next time -- we will roll out the red carpet for you in the United States of Arabia, my brethren!

Nicholas met with him earlier about some lumber deal and sent him here for lunch. He's evidently new in town and was wondering where to get something good to eat.