“Always, in these times, I am wretched save when sleep comes to me. Therefore, I have come to look upon sleep as the best… — Rosemary Sutcliff Copy Share
“See now, for a good blade, one that will not betray the man in battle, rods of hard and soft iron must be heated… — Rosemary Sutcliff Copy Share
“So Aquila took his father’s service upon him. It wasn’t as good as love; it wasn’t as good as hate; but it was something… — Rosemary Sutcliff Copy Share
“Who so pulleth out this sword from this stone and anvil is trueborn King of all Britain.” — Rosemary Sutcliff Copy Share
But tonight, because Rome had fallen and Felix was dead, because of Valerius’s shame, the empty hut seemed horribly lonely, and there was a… — Rosemary Sutcliff Copy Share
Esca tossed the slender papyrus roll onto the cot, and set his own hands over Marcus's. "I have not served the Centurion because I… — Rosemary Sutcliff Copy Share
“The gilded wreaths and crowns that the Legion had won in the days of its honour were gone from the crimson-bound staff; the furious… — Rosemary Sutcliff Copy Share
Better to be a laughing-stock than lose the fort for fear of being one. — Rosemary Sutcliff Copy Share
“Let you sing of us all by name, that we may live as long as the song." "All three hundred of you?" Aneirin said,… — Rosemary Sutcliff Copy Share
“That is our Shield Ring, our last stronghold; not the barrier fells and the totter-moss between, but something in the hearts of men.” — Rosemary Sutcliff Copy Share
“Before he left Rome, Marcus had been in a fair way to becoming a charioteer, in Cradoc's sense of the word, and now desire… — Rosemary Sutcliff Copy Share
“And out of Tristan's heart there grew a hazel tree, and out of Iseult's a honeysuckle, and they arched together and clung and intertwined… — Rosemary Sutcliff Copy Share
“I have provided a possible explanation for Antiochus's insane foolhardiness when left in command of the Athenian Fleet, because Thucidides's bald account is so… — Rosemary Sutcliff Copy Share
“It is very hot tonight," Justin said, and loosed the folds of his light cloak, revealing the sprig of rye-grass thrust through the bronze… — Rosemary Sutcliff Copy Share
