Arthur’s fingers tighten on the silver-braided hilt: see how naturally it fits his hand! He pulls. The Sword of Britain slides from its stone sheath. The ease with which this is accomplished shines in the wonder in Arthur’s eyes. He… — Stephen R. Lawhead Copy Share Image
How is a man fortunate to live in the darkness, brother?" "Why do you wonder?" asked Blaise. "For only he who has lived in darkness truly knows and values the light. — Stephen R. Lawhead Copy Share Image
“Your faith is admirable, Pelleas. But I know nothing of sorcery. As it is, I have not been able to discover how the spell… — Stephen R. Lawhead Copy Share Image
“Great Light, the Enemy's power is so fragile! The devils can use only what we ourselves will give them. Do you see? Give them… — Stephen R. Lawhead Copy Share Image
Arthur’s fingers tighten on the silver-braided hilt: see how naturally it fits his hand! He pulls. The Sword of Britain slides from its stone… — Stephen R. Lawhead Copy Share Image
Words are worth little when the heart refuses to hear. Therefore, judge us by our works. — Stephen R. Lawhead Copy Share Image
We are closest to Christ when sharing the world’s misery. Think you Jesus came to remove our pains? Wherever did you get that notion?… — Stephen R. Lawhead Copy Share Image
“I took him by the arm to steady him. He opened his eyes slowly, the bright golden gleam now darkened with pain and sorrow.… — Stephen R. Lawhead Copy Share Image
How is a man fortunate to live in the darkness, brother?" "Why do you wonder?" asked Blaise. "For only he who has lived in… — Stephen R. Lawhead Copy Share Image
“And the Wise Emrys said that Arthur would yet come again to lead his own.” — Stephen R. Lawhead Copy Share Image
“I raised my spear to heaven. 'For God and Britain!' I cried, and my cry was answered in kind. And then I was racing… — Stephen R. Lawhead Copy Share Image
“We are not required to defeat evil, but only to stand against it. That is enough - the outcome remains with God.” — Stephen R. Lawhead Copy Share Image
“Myrddin', I said gently, 'what is she to you?' His head whipped round and he glared at me. His mouth was a grimace of… — Stephen R. Lawhead Copy Share Image
“Oh, but once my memories had pulsed with the blood-heat of life. In desperation, I forced myself to recall that once, I had walked… — Stephen R. Lawhead Copy Share Image
