[b]Philippa Gregory
Magic is the act of making a wish come about. Like praying, like plotting, like herbs, like exerting your will on the world, making something happen.[/b]
Herbs?
True obedience can only happen when you secretly think you know better, and you choose to bow your head. Anything short of that is just agreement, and any ninny-in-waiting can agree.
Let’s decide what this makes Satyr’s claque.
To stop us reading forbidden books they will have to burn every manuscript. But to stop us thinking forbidden thoughts they will have to cut off our heads.
That’s worse than being thrown in the dungeon. There. Or, here, being banned.
She looked at me as if for a moment she would seek someone who would understand the dreadful predicament of a woman, in this world ruled by men.
And not just the assholes we have here.
And I am much attached to my cock, brother. Make sure your sister can put another prince in the cradle, he says baldly. Save my balls for her, Anthony!
And then we all became civilized.
Only fools wait when their enemies are coming, to see if they may prove to be friends.
Then call me a fool, he thought.