Memories were short and history unkind. It was the way of the world.

Sir. My lord. Master Roydon." The young man blurted out most available titles except for "Your Majesty" and "Prince of Darkness." These were implied nonetheless.

My experiences thus far had me planning to throttle the first Tudor historian I met upon my return for gross dereliction of duty.

Se Souvenir du passe, et qu'il ya un avenir: Remember the past, and that there is a future.

She was like a camera that had been chronically out of focus until someone came by and twisted the lenses into alignment.

I wanted to know how humans came up with a view of the world that had so little magic in it. I needed to understand how they convinced themselves that magic wasn’t important.

It was a brutal picture, a tug-of-war between two equal but opposing impulses. It had the ring of truth, however.