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queenofthorns made me do it :)
The quotes are from Edith Pargeter (aka Ellis Peters') "The Brothers of Gwynedd" dealing with the last years of Welsh independence. I am not too interested in the narrator, and I like Llewellyn but he is a bit too virtuous for my tastes. However, I have a huge literary crush on the brilliant, tormented, and untrustworthy David. Also, her prose reads like poetry:
"I saw Earl Simon again, the day we rode from Oxford, for he came in courtesy to bid farewell to the envoys. Seen by day, his eyes appeared a deep and luminous grey, more daunting than the blue gaze of his son's innocence, because the father was not innocent, but pure, and that is a more terrible and wonderful thing."
"In the course of these words all that was ice had become a gradual and glowing fire, and she was as I had known her in the beginning, so gallant and so dear, the heart failed, beholding her. I stood mute in my anguish and my bliss, helpless before her."
"I saw the small, wary flames of doubt, and desire, and calculation kindle in David's eyes, and from cool burn into vehement heat. Until then he had been on his guard against us and against hope, clenching all his longing and frustration tightly within him lest it should show in voice or face. Now he began to quiver, and with bitter force stayed the trembling, too proud to let us see how desperately he desired his freedom."
"Llewelyn came leaping down from the guard-walk on the wall, in leather hauberk and booted to the thighs, to reassure himself that we were all sound and whole. He was alight like a flame, very bright and steady-burning in the December gloom, but it was an angry brightness, and until he had spent it in action he would have no inner peace. Too much patience and forbearance had eaten him from within, and now his indignation at least had room to range."
"David looked at me, his eyes like blind blue stones."
Oh, and a quote about this book's OTP (for me :D): David and Elizabeth:
"The look of astonished hurt and disbelief on her face, in that first moment of doubt and uncertainty she had ever suffered from him, struck him clean out of the trance that had held him bound, and he realized what he had done. He flung up both his hands and shut his palms hard on his cheeks, and shook out of him, like gouts of blood: 'A bad dream-I have had a bad dream!' And before she had time to question or to weep, he leaned and caught her up passionately and tenderly into his arms. 'Lisbet, it's over now! It's gone! All's well now-all's very well!'"
Go read it, people! :)
queenofthorns made me do it :)The quotes are from Edith Pargeter (aka Ellis Peters') "The Brothers of Gwynedd" dealing with the last years of Welsh independence. I am not too interested in the narrator, and I like Llewellyn but he is a bit too virtuous for my tastes. However, I have a huge literary crush on the brilliant, tormented, and untrustworthy David. Also, her prose reads like poetry:
"I saw Earl Simon again, the day we rode from Oxford, for he came in courtesy to bid farewell to the envoys. Seen by day, his eyes appeared a deep and luminous grey, more daunting than the blue gaze of his son's innocence, because the father was not innocent, but pure, and that is a more terrible and wonderful thing."
"In the course of these words all that was ice had become a gradual and glowing fire, and she was as I had known her in the beginning, so gallant and so dear, the heart failed, beholding her. I stood mute in my anguish and my bliss, helpless before her."
"I saw the small, wary flames of doubt, and desire, and calculation kindle in David's eyes, and from cool burn into vehement heat. Until then he had been on his guard against us and against hope, clenching all his longing and frustration tightly within him lest it should show in voice or face. Now he began to quiver, and with bitter force stayed the trembling, too proud to let us see how desperately he desired his freedom."
"Llewelyn came leaping down from the guard-walk on the wall, in leather hauberk and booted to the thighs, to reassure himself that we were all sound and whole. He was alight like a flame, very bright and steady-burning in the December gloom, but it was an angry brightness, and until he had spent it in action he would have no inner peace. Too much patience and forbearance had eaten him from within, and now his indignation at least had room to range."
"David looked at me, his eyes like blind blue stones."
Oh, and a quote about this book's OTP (for me :D): David and Elizabeth:
"The look of astonished hurt and disbelief on her face, in that first moment of doubt and uncertainty she had ever suffered from him, struck him clean out of the trance that had held him bound, and he realized what he had done. He flung up both his hands and shut his palms hard on his cheeks, and shook out of him, like gouts of blood: 'A bad dream-I have had a bad dream!' And before she had time to question or to weep, he leaned and caught her up passionately and tenderly into his arms. 'Lisbet, it's over now! It's gone! All's well now-all's very well!'"
Go read it, people! :)
