Historical Fiction Quotes
Megan’s deception is another hook on which I can hang my conscience.
They do not call him the terror of husbands and lovers for no reason...
On Christmas morning, Rebecca lost her moral virginity, her sense of humor - and her two best friends. But, other than that, it was a hell of a holiday.
What I was caught up in, I dimly understood, was the embodiment of history
Gentlemen. You are looking at the true Abraham Lincoln of Arabia. And in order to end our internal bickering - our civil war, if you will - I have solicited your aid.
Cowan son of Branieucc, you're the only one of my people that I know for sure still lives.
I said to my mother, Henry VII is interesting. No he's not, my mother said.
I am a survivor. But I am not unique of the people that survived the great late war. We all have our stories to tell. But for most of us the hardened corners have soften with the passage of time.
All good things originate with the Creator God, he'd been taught, and the Song of Life was no exception.
If God did not exist it would be necessary to invent Him. But all nature cries aloud that He does exist."(Voltaire)
How many men can say, as I must, 'I am a man whose only friend is the King of England'? I have everything, you would think. And yet take Henry away, and I have nothing.
Riding a bull must be a bit like flying an ultralight. You get up there and have an exhilarating ride, but then you still have to get down.
The urge to draw near to the female silhouette resided deep in the ancient center of a man...
If Mary's blood is Spanish, at least it is royal. And at least she can walk straight and has control of her bowels.
It is dark and there are bad creatures in these woods.""Yes, there are...
I knew why earlier generations once believed that the sun circled the earth. Because, in our limited imaginations, that is how we lived our lives. -Mrs. Tuesday's Departure
The end is but a new beginning for the eternal "Ba.
Papa was our strength and the very fiber that wove our family together. He was our foundation and our rock, but even rocks, break, given enough stress.
Perhaps you have visited my grave and flowers left, but did you hear me cry out to you!
Jennings is too tough and honest a writer to let anyone off her moral hook, even her hero.
Mothers cry in anguishand fathers curse in anger, while others turn away in sadness, all for the children who are lost.
I was too far away to hear what was said but I saw in Val’s eyes the same fear that I had once known and could well guess at Lucas’ unthinking remark.