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“Anger is stupid, and stupidity will kill you more surely than your opponent's blade.”
― Patricia Briggs, Dragon Bones

“Those prancing little pants-wetters come here to learn the colorful and gentlemanly art of fencing, with its many sporting limitations and its proscriptions against dishonorable engagements. You on the other hand, you are going to learn how to kill men with a sword.”
― Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora

“As a pirate, she once undressed a fencing instructor using only her sword!”
― Kathy Reichs, Seizure

“May my hands fall from my wrists before I kill an artist like yourself," said the man in black. "I would as soon destroy da Vinci. However"鈥攁nd here he clubbed Inigo's head with the butt of his sword鈥�"since I can't have you following me either, please understand that I hold you in the highest respect.”
― William Goldman, The Princess Bride

“Creativity is the essence of fencing.”
― Charles Allen

“The blades sang like the strokes of a hammer on a blacksmith's anvil echoing in the empty churchyard.”
― Stanley Goldyn, The Cavalier Club

“Nothing in life is fair except a witnessed duel.”
― Lynda Williams

“Speed will follow when the mechanism of the movements is more assured.”
― Rafael Sabatini, Scaramouche

“Pamela pulled off her cloak and Alexei gasped.
"You have on breeches!" He stared in disbelief. "Breeches!"

"I've never worn them before, and they are extremely comfortable. I quite like them." She smoothed the fabric over her hip. "Besides, you don't expect me to duel in a dress, do you?"

"I do not expect you to duel at all!"

Pamela ignored him. "That would be most unfair, dueling in a dress, unless, of course, you would be willing to wear a dress as well?"

"Don't be absurd." He snorted in disdain. "I have no intention of ever wearing women's clothing again."

"Again?" She raised a brow.
"It was an unavoidable disguise," he muttered.”
― Victoria Alexander, When We Meet Again

“The Mouser made a very small parry in carte so that the thrust of the bravo from the east went past his left side by only a hair's breath. He instantly riposted. His adversary, desperately springing back, parried in turn in carte. Hardly slowing, the tip of the Mouser's long, slim sword dropped under that parry with the delicacy of a princess curtsying and then leaped forward and a little upward, the Mouser making an impossibly long-looking lunge for one so small, and went between two scales of the bravo's armored jerkin and between his ribs and through his heart and out his back as if all were angelfood cake.”
― Fritz Leiber, Swords and Deviltry

“Then, after picking up his papers, Pierre began: 鈥淎 beautiful woman can be the downfall of a gentleman . . . but the uplift of a beggar!”
― Ted Anthony Roberts, Captain Skull: From the Memoirs of Sir Charles of Riley

“I鈥檝e only an hour,鈥� Colin said as he attached the safety tip to his foil. 鈥淚 have an appointment this afternoon.鈥�
鈥淣o matter,鈥� Benedict replied, lunging forward a few times to loosen up the muscles in his leg. He hadn鈥檛 fenced in some time; the sword felt good in his hand. He drew back and touched the tip to the floor, letting the blade bend slightly. 鈥淚t won鈥檛 take more than an hour to best you.鈥�
Colin rolled his eyes before he drew down his mask.
Benedict walked to the center of the room. 鈥淎re you ready?鈥�
鈥淣ot quite,鈥� Colin replied, following him.
Benedict lunged again.
鈥淚 said I wasn鈥檛 ready!鈥� Colin hollered as he jumped out of the way.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e too slow,鈥� Benedict snapped.
Colin cursed under his breath, then added a louder, 鈥淏loody hell,鈥� for good measure. 鈥淲hat鈥檚 gotten into you?鈥�
鈥淣othing,鈥� Benedict nearly snarled. 鈥淲hy would you say so?鈥�
Colin took a step backward until they were a suitable distance apart to start the match. 鈥淥h, I don鈥檛 know,鈥� he intoned, sarcasm evident. 鈥淚 suppose it could be because you nearly took my head off.鈥�
鈥淚鈥檝e a tip on my blade.鈥�
鈥淎nd you were slashing like you were using a sabre,鈥� Colin shot back.
Benedict gave a hard smile. 鈥淚t鈥檚 more fun that way.鈥�
鈥淣ot for my neck.鈥� Colin passed his sword from hand to hand as he flexed and stretched his fingers. He paused and frowned. 鈥淵ou sure you have a foil there?鈥�
Benedict scowled. 鈥淔or the love of God, Colin, I would never use a real weapon.鈥�
鈥淛ust making sure,鈥� Colin muttered, touching his neck lightly. 鈥淎re you ready?鈥�
Benedict nodded and bent his knees.
鈥淩egular rules,鈥� Colin said, assuming a fencer鈥檚 crouch. 鈥�No 蝉濒补蝉丑颈苍驳.鈥�
Benedict gave him a curt nod.
鈥�En garde!鈥�
Both men raised their right arms, twisting their wrists until their palms were up, foils gripped in their fingers.
鈥淚s that new?鈥� Colin suddenly asked, eyeing the handle of Benedict鈥檚 foil with interest.
Benedict cursed at the loss of his concentration. 鈥淵es, it鈥檚 new,鈥� he bit off. 鈥淚 prefer an Italian grip.鈥�
Colin stepped back, completely losing his fencing posture as he looked at his own foil, with a less elaborate French grip. 鈥淢ight I borrow it some time? I wouldn鈥檛 mind seeing if鈥斺€�
鈥淵es!鈥� Benedict snapped, barely resisting the urge to advance and lunge that very second. 鈥淲ill you get back en garde?鈥�
Colin gave him a lopsided smile, and Benedict just knew that he had asked about his grip simply to annoy him. 鈥淎s you wish,鈥� Colin murmured, assuming position again.”
― Julia Quinn, An Offer From a Gentleman

“He took his own saber by the blade and handed it to Alek, pommel first, as if offering it to a victor.”
― Scott Westerfeld, Leviathan

“The days became for Christina endless preparation. Ceaseless winds tore through her massing battle ranks, the grey cold sun above marking the timeless date. With skies of blue and cloud overhead, driving, uncompromising time stood still, lingering, as if giving Christina precious eons to perfect her shaving straight razor cuts of mind and sword. She worked alone now, forging the essence of herself in the policies and ways of hammer and anvil, pounding away with the classic, living Japanese blade. Her deft hands spun dervishly, wroughting out the iron of her will, fashioning a blade-mind remade unto her. --Brickley, The Lady and the Samurai”
― douglas laurent

“You really are sort of a basic person, aren鈥檛 you, except for that blue stratospheric veneer of crust you wrap yourself around. I was going to ask you, with your usual never-ending broadside complaints of lack and wearisome bushwa 鈥榥onsensical鈥� humdrum excuses, just exactly what kind of person are you? You must have had it easy growing up. Now, as per your habit, tonight when you hit the hay, percle on this: There are 7even basic types of people鈥�:

1. People who make things happen.
2. People who talk about making things happen.
3. People who start to make things happen but never finish.
4. People who watch things happen.
5. People who wonder what just happened.
6. People who don鈥檛 have the faintest idea that anything happened.
7. People who need a stout 鈥渃lue-by-four鈥� of hickory smacked up alongside their head to make them happen.
鈥� As for an eighth鈥�
鈥擶hich one are you? Puz去le it out. . . .

-- Thomas Kannon, Instructor to Brickley. The Lady and the Samurai”
― Douglas M. Laurent

“Now!" cried all the boys, but with a magnificent gesture Peter invited his opponent to pick up his sword. Hook did so instantly, but with a tragic feeling that Peter was showing good form.”
― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

“Whenever you are conducting reconnaissance, you can safely assume that your opponent is conducting their own reconnaissance against you.

If your opponent is monitoring and recording what you do in every situation, then you should make it your priority to feed them as much false information about your fencing as possible.”
― John Routledge, Foil Fencing: Skills, Strategies and Training Methods

“袩褉芯褋褌芯泄 褋锌芯褋芯斜 褝泻蟹邪屑械薪邪褑懈懈 褍褔懈褌械谢械泄 胁 懈褋泻褍褋褋褌胁械 褎械褏褌芯胁邪薪懈褟 褋 芯褉褍卸懈械屑”
― 袥褍懈褋 袩邪褔械泻芯 袛械 袧邪褉胁邪褝褋

“Undoubtedly, you are overwrought from re-wroughting hand-wrought iron out right. But I think in time you will iron things out for yourself. Stay holstered and strapped to your side. It is said, 鈥榳hen genius matures it goes into hixibn鈥欌€撯€渉iding.鈥� You will know of this wisdom one day.
--Thomas Kannon Sword Master, The Lady and the Samurai”
― Douglas M. Laurent

“The workhouse is in Clerkenwell. The orphan asylum is a bit farther out, at Bishopsgate."
"Those places aren't safe for you to go unescorted."
"I'm quite familiar with London, sir. I don't take chances with my safety, and I carry a walking stick for self-defense."
"What good is a walking stick?" Rhys asked absently.
"In my hands," Dr. Gibson assured him, "it's a dangerous weapon."
"Is it weighted?"
"No, I can deliver three times as many blows with a lighter cane than with a heavier stick. At my fencing-master's suggestion, I've carved notches at strategic points along the shaft to improve grip strength. He has taught me some effective techniques to fell an opponent with a cane."
"You fence?" Helen asked, her head still down.
"I do, my lady. Fencing is an excellent sport for ladies- it develops strength, posture, and proper breathing.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Marrying Winterborne

“Because in business, it's best to be en garde.”
― Norman A. Katz, Attack, Parry, Riposte: A Fencer's Guide to Better Business Execution

“If you can build up a keen sense of distance, you can begin to develop your ability to control the space between yourself and your opponent. By being in control of the distance, you take control of the match.

Your opponent continually chases after you. They feel perpetually one step behind, yet they are still compelled to try and keep up. They never seem to find themselves at quite the right distance to initiate a successful attack. Becoming impatient, they find themselves launching desperate attacks at inopportune moments.”
― John Routledge, Foil Fencing: Skills, Strategies and Training Methods