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The bards sing of love, they celebrate slaughter, they extol kings and flatter queens, but were I a poet I would write in praise of friendship.

Bernard Cornwell

Wyrd bith ful araed (Fate is inexorable).
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Arared Fate Ful Inexorable
Because there could not be peace, not while two tribes shared one land. One tribe must win.
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Change Land War Winning
But when you have order, you don’t need Gods. When everything is well ordered and disciplined then nothing is unexpected.
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Dark Order Powerful
Pride makes a man, it drives him, it is the shield wall around his reputation… Men die, they said, but reputation does not die.
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Men Pride Reputation Wall
Of course some days are easier than others, but my worst day is better than being in most humdrum occupations.
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Easier Occupation
The bards sing of love, they celebrate slaughter, they extol kings and flatter queens, but were I a poet I would write in praise of friendship.
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Friendship Kings Queens Writing
Know that their voice can make your heart miss a beat and that their company is all your happiness can ever desire and that their absence will leave your soul alone, bereft and lost.
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Alone Company Happiness Leave Lost Miss Soul
Latin! The language of God! Or perhaps He speaks Hebrew? I suppose that’s more likely and it will make things rather awkward in heaven, won’t it? Will we all have to learn Hebrew?
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Awkward God Heaven Latin Suppose
Television is a young person’s medium.
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Mediums Person Television Young
You’ll call me damned Jew, a Christ murderer, a secret worshipper of pigs and a kidnapper of Christian children. How absurd! Who would want to kidnap children, Christian or otherwise? Vile things.
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Children Christian Grow Up
Looking back, of course, it was irresponsible, mad, forlorn, idiotic, but if you don’t take chances then you’ll never have a winning hand, and I’ve no regrets.
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Hands Regret Winning
A man does not see where he treads in battle, for he is watching the enemy.
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Battle Enemy Men Watching
The only mercy of children is that they grow up, as my son has but then, tragically, they beget more children. We do not learn life’s lessons.
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Beget Children Lesson Mercy Son Tragically
I sometimes wonder what would have happened if the first book had not sold… doesn’t bear thinking about, but I suppose we’d have made it work somehow.
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Book Firsts Sold Suppose Thinking
Because there could not be peace, not while two tribes shared one land. One tribe must win. Even the nailed god cannot change that truth. And I was a warrior, and in a world at war the warrior must be cruel.
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Change Land Tribe War Winning
Even the nailed god cannot change that truth. And I was a warrior, and in a world at war the warrior must be cruel.
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Change Cruel Nailed Truth Warrior

The bards sing of love, they celebrate slaughter, they extol kings and flatter queens, but were I a poet I would write in praise of friendship.

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