“A few old men might cling to their mitres and mumble their prayers, but they were a dying breed. It was men like Borgia who were the Church now. They had transformed it into a mimers' play filled with posturing… — Sara Poole Copy Share Image
“He was a handsome man, not in the way of mercurial Cesare or the false angel, Morozzi, but with a calm steadiness that sat… — Sara Poole Copy Share Image
“... I opened the door to a knock and found a ashen-faced messenger quailing at the prospect of facing an undead witch who was,… — Sara Poole Copy Share Image
“Something unfathomable moved behind his eyes. He sighed deeply. 'Do you ever, even once,' he asked, 'consider the price of caring about you?” — Sara Poole Copy Share Image
“We are all of us balanced on Fortuna's wheel, clinging as best we can lest we tumble needlessly into Fata's dark maw. Yet we… — Sara Poole Copy Share Image
“You are bruised.' 'Am I? I hadn't noticed.' 'Lucrezia says you killed the bastard.' ... Cesare's hands were shaking. Hard, sun-darkened hands made to… — Sara Poole Copy Share Image
“True sleep eluded me. Morpheus is a capricious god; he comes easily to some and only with greatest difficulty to others. To lure him,… — Sara Poole Copy Share Image
“He turned his head just then and for a moment, our eyes met. I would like to tell you that I saw the face… — Sara Poole Copy Share Image
“If his Holiness asks for me, tell him I am -" I was what? What excuse would be sufficient to hold off Borgia the… — Sara Poole Copy Share Image
“.... I am in no position to judge you or anything you do.' 'Yet you think I could be judged were you not so… — Sara Poole Copy Share Image
“We all make choices, Francesca. You are no different from anyone else in that regard. If you truly think otherwise, you are deluding yourself.” — Sara Poole Copy Share Image
“We have all made mistakes, each and every one of us. The trick is to not keep making them over and over.” — Sara Poole Copy Share Image
