“Being a monk was the strangest and most perverted way of life imaginable. Monks spent half their lives putting themselves through pain and discomfort that they could easily avoid, and the other half muttering meaningless mumbo jumbo in empty churches… — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
“It was the study hour. Most of the monks were reading. A few were meditating, an activity that was suspiciously similar to dozing.” — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
“A child will always be what he is, she thought, and not what you want him to be.” — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
“The extra line or two around her eyes only made them more fascinating; the touch of silver in her hair enhanced the blackness of… — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
“You're the one who doesn't understand," Lev said. "In America, I have my own car. There's more food than you can eat, all the… — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
“They did not suspect her for a moment. It did not occur to them that a woman could be dangerous. How foolish they were.… — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
“Remember our story. You’re going to visit a cousin who has just started to farm in North Carolina. You’re taking gifts.” “Even though we’re… — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
“And here's my advice to you. If you get the chance of the mad kind of love, grab it with both hands, and to… — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
“Two blades clashed, ringing like a bell. Like all small boys, Philip thought his father was invincible; and this was the moment when he… — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
“It had been a morning of vivid images: the man-made streams, the rats in the butchers’ shops, the stacks of new-minted silver pennies, and… — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
“tickets and lifts begged on carts, but Grigori was mesmerized by her face as she talked. Once again Lev listened with rapt attention, making… — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
“A man who has no fear can do anything he wants, Feliks thought. He had learned that lesson eleven years ago, in a railway… — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
“Alison was relieved: she would have hated to see Mary lose her dignity as well as her life. “Follow me,” said the sheriff. Mary… — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
