In the middle years of the ninth-century, the fierce Danes stormed onto British soil, hungry for spoils and conquest. Kingdom after kingdom fell to the ruthless invaders until but one realm remained. And suddenly the fate of all England—and the course of history—depended upon one man, one... read more
“I am Uhtred, son of Uhtred, son of another Uhtred, and we had not held Bebbanburg and its lands by whimpering at altars. We are warriors.”Uhtred
Start your killers young, before their consciences are grown. Start them young and they will be lethal.Highlighted by 46 Kindle customers
We are all lonely and all seek a hand to hold in the darkness. It is not the harp, but the hand that plays it.Highlighted by 34 Kindle customers
War is fought in mystery. The truth can take days to travel, and ahead of truth flies rumor, and it is ever hard to know what is really happening, and the art of it is to pluck the clean bone of fact from the rotting flesh of fear and lies.Highlighted by 34 Kindle customers
An army, I learned in time, needs a head. It needs one man to lead it, but give an army two leaders and you halve its strength.Highlighted by 27 Kindle customers
“You can’t live somewhere,” he told me, “if the people don’t want you to be there. They can kill our cattle or poison our streams, and we would never know who did it. You either slaughter them all or learn to live with them.”Highlighted by 26 Kindle customers
“A leader leads,” Ragnar said, “and you can’t ask men to risk death if you’re not willing to risk it yourself.”Highlighted by 24 Kindle customers
“Arrows of insight have to be winged by the feathers of speculation.”Highlighted by 21 Kindle customers
The preachers tell us that pride is a great sin, but the preachers are wrong. Pride makes a man, it drives him, it is the shield wall around his reputation and the Danes understood that. Men die, they said, but reputation does not die. What do we look for in a lord? Strength, generosity, hardness, and success, and why should a man not be proud of those things? Show me a humble warrior and I will see a corpse.Highlighted by 19 Kindle customers
The poets, when they speak of war, talk of the shield wall, they talk of the spears and arrows flying, of the blade beating on the shield, of the heroes who fall and the spoils of the victors, but I was to discover that war was really about food. About feeding men and horses. About finding food. The army that eats wins.Highlighted by 19 Kindle customers
Wergild was the blood price of a man’s life, and every person had a wergild. A man’s was more than a woman’s, unless she was a great woman, and a warrior’s was greater than a farmer’s, but the price was always there, and a murderer could escape being put to death if the family of the murdered man would accept the wergild. The reeve was the man who enforced the law, reporting to his ealdorman, but that whole careful system of justice had vanished since the Danes had come.Highlighted by 10 Kindle customers
Followed by The Pale Horseman.
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