“How is it possible for people to have so much power yet be so stupid?” — Sara Poole Possible Copy Share Image
“Sometimes it is in the empty, blank places that we find truth staring back at us.” — Sara Poole Blank Copy Share Image
“Truly, Francesca, if all women were like you, I would become a Turk solely for the purpose of assembling a harem.” — 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… — Sara Poole Choice Copy Share Image
“He was then sixty-two years old, an age by which most men are in the grave or at least occupying a chair… — 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… — Sara Poole Sighed Copy Share Image
“… I am in no position to judge you or anything you do.' 'Yet you think I could be judged were you… — Sara Poole Fitness Copy Share Image
“Have you noticed that those who murder in the thousands invariably claim divine favor while those who kill on a far more… — Sara Poole Copy Share Image
“When he trapped you and the Jew?" "His name was David ben Eliezer." That he had a name, that he was a… — Sara Poole David Copy Share Image
“Men prickle for so many reasons it is often impossible to know what provokes them on any given occasion.” — 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… — Sara Poole Pale skin Copy Share Image
“The thick murmur of my name on his tongue was almost enough to push me over the edge as I clung to… — Sara Poole Every man Copy Share Image
“In the aftermath, we lay side by side, struggling for breath. I reached out, brushing my fingers lightly down his arm. Cesare… — Sara Poole Side by side Copy Share Image
“Della Rovere knows," I said, "or at least he suspects." "What makes you say that?" "I saw him in the passage a… — Sara Poole Copy Share Image
“Popes come and go, empires clash, new worlds arise, but Rome is eternally Rome, which is to say that its people were… — 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… — Sara Poole Beauty 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… — Sara Poole Psychology Copy Share Image
“If his Holiness asks for me, tell him I am -" I was what? What excuse would be sufficient to hold off… — 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… — Sara Poole Time Copy Share Image
“Who is Nando?" Cesare asked. "Rocco's son," I replied. "A child." Make no mistake, Cesare was a selfish and ruthless man. The… — Sara Poole Children Copy Share Image
“Giulia clasped her hands together just below her bosom, blinked moistly, and flung herself at Borgia's feet. 'My lord! My darling! How… — Sara Poole Difficult time Copy Share Image
“Though he may have been more tolerant than most of his brethren, being addressed without deference by a woman of no particular… — Sara Poole Parenting 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 Failure Copy Share Image
“A few old men might cling to their mitres and mumble their prayers, but they were a dying breed. It was men… — Sara Poole Old men 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 Failure 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… — Sara Poole Knock 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.… — Sara Poole Balanced Copy Share Image
“Who are you?' 'My name is Francesca Giordano.' Il re dei contrabbandieri paled. He pressed himself into the high back of his… — Sara Poole Ask yourself Copy Share Image
