Men of honour will always outstay men of undeserved rank.
Those who looked with revulsion at the oppressive might of her arms, were obliged to marvel at the egalitarian nature of her social programmes.
Seconds feel like centuries when I am not in your presence.
He returned her gaze, yearning for sentimental solace; love which emanated from a familiar source, mattered little how bedevilling. They shared an intimate moment, a silent tête-à-tête, which seemed to confront doubts each harboured.
Throughout the empire, it was whispered that although the husband waded through mud, the wife walked upon water. She, it was said, was graced with a gentle touch which tamed the most vicious of men.
Things I fear will forever change and we old souls can do little but be swayed by the winds.
Came they, in their droves, one after the other, hundred after hundred, thousand after thousand, engulfing all before them, each line a merciless wave from a boundless sea of bold men.
If they succeed, you will not be packed off to some idyllic farm, where you can write bad poetry, we will both be executed.
There are no moral obligations in the game of empire.
What had, moments ago, appeared a dangerous gambit, now seemed an elegant coup de maître.
Beware the wounded lioness, for she is a natural hunter.
History will remember him as a savage, but that’s because we write the histories.
There is no greater service than that rendered to one’s nation, no greater glory one can seek than that in the name of one’s people.
The world needed gentle men to rule if the people were to live in peace, not the warmongers and conniving men she so often witnessed wearing the crimson of the Imperial Council.
Above all, he loathed men who beat women; for, real men didn’t exercise their strength on frail creatures, they joined the army and put Shazaria’s enemies in their graves.
I consider my wife and children in all things; yet, I must consider Amara also.
Do not try to be your father boy, it is a hopeless pursuit, particularly when you, like I, have a father of such colossal proportions.
They will not be swayed, they have power in their sights and are blinded by its alluring glister.
What is rank if not protection from the consequences which fall upon common men?
To discover what becomes of men who do not pay debts owed to Ratilla, one must visit the underworld.
The ambition of men compels them to break even the most heartfelt vows.
Everything has changed, and nothing has altered. Oh, what a fate.