“Let you sing of us all by name, that we may live as long as the song." "All three hundred of you?" Aneirin said, with his eyebrows quirking. "By name, aye and by reputation.” — Rosemary Sutcliff Copy Share Image
“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
