We tend to forget at times that it is the little ones, the children, who do suffer the greatest hurt. If we cannot comprehend why certain sorrows are visited upon us, how on earth can...

Men are born to sin…What does matter most, is not that we err, it is that we do benefit from our mistakes, that we are capable of sincere repentance, of genuine contrition.

All he wanted was enough time to consider all his options without being dragged into his household’s petty squabbles or being nagged by his wife about that damnable pilgrimage. Was that so much to ask?Apparently...

He looked upon this verdant, blossoming spring, a spring Joanna would never see, he looked upon a field of brilliant blue flowers- the bluebells Joanna had so loved- and at that moment he’d willingly have...

Ranulf had spent much of his life watching those he loved wrestle with the seductive, lethal lure of kingship. It had proved the ruination of his cousin Stephen, a good man who had not made...

Autumn that year painted the countryside in vivid shades of scarlet, saffron and russet, and the days were clear and crisp under harvest skies.

…A scar signifies past pain, a wound that did not heal as it ought. But it testifies, too, to survival…(Here be Dragons)

Why is it honesty when a man speaks his mind and madness when a woman does?

I am not going to let him win, Guillaume. Not this time. I could not keep him from making my mother pay the price for our failed rebellion. Fifteen years she has been his prisoner,...

I inhale hope with every breath I take.

He’d passed the longest night of his life locked in mortal combat with his ghosts, calling up and then disavowing twenty years of memories. He would banish that bitch from his heart if it meant...

Francis stared down at the Duchess of York’s letter. He swallowed, then read aloud in a husky voice, “It was showed by John Sponer that King Richard, late mercifully reigning upon us, was through great...

I’ll admit that my garden now grows hope in lavish profusion, leaving little room for anything else. I suppose it has squeezed out more practical plants like caution and common sense. Still, though, hope does...

When does he ever think?” Richard straddled a chair and accepted a wind cup from Raoul. “If he were to sell his brain, he could claim it had never been used.”, Chapter 7

He’d never seen one so vibrant, though, or so vividly compelling… those glowing green eyes sparkling with sunlight and curiosity and silent laughter, and when she glanced in Henry’s direction, she held his gaze, a...

It was just like him, she thought; with him, a happy ending was always a foregone conclusion. But such was the power of his faith that when she was with him; she found herself believing...

The great hall was shimmering in light, sun streaming from the open windows, and ablaze with colour, the walls decorated with embroidered hangings in rich shades of gold and crimson. New rushes had been strewn...

Men kill for many reasons, they steal but for one-greed.

…a cynic who was still saddened whenever his jaundiced view of mankind was confirmed…

…what an unfair advantage the dead had over the living, for there could be no rebuttal, no denial, nothing but the accusing silence of the grave.

Messages continued to arrive from the Earl of Warwick, urging Londoners to hold firm for King Harry. Marguerite d’Anjou and her son were expected to land at any time, while from St Albans, Edward sent...

What do you know of sacrifice? Need I tell you of York’s dead . . . of Sandal Castle? My brother did survive the battle, his first. He was seventeen and he entreated them to...

Forget the threat of Hell’s infernal flames. The true torture would condemn a man to wait and wait and wait – for an eternity

She is coming!

During the day, memories could be held at bay, but at night, dreams became the devil’s own accomplices.

Twilight was laying claim to the cité, and the sky was a deepening shade of lavender, spangled with stars and fleecy clouds the colour of plums.

Well, dearest, what would you tell a farmer who had an over-abundant harvest? To plant less, of course!”…”I am not complaining about the frequency of the planting,” she said. “I’d just rather not reap a...

Outside, the sky was clear, stars gleaming in its ebony vastness like celestial fireflies. It was bitterly cold, and Hywel’s every breath trailed after him in pale puffs of smoke. The glazed snow crackled underfoot...