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“Or maybe Ravi Singh’s itchy head was the equivalent of Pip’s useless facts: armour and shield when the knight inside was squirming.”
― Holly Jackson, A Good Girl's Guide to Murder

“I was enchanted by the stories she told me - especially those about Don Quixote de la Mancha and his faithful squire, Sancho Panza. Sometimes, I imagined going out into the world in search of adventure, just like them. I saw myself as Don Quixote riding his mighty Rocinante in those days. Now, I see myself more as Sancho...”
― C.J. Thorin, The Wolf and the Shepherd

“A knight without mercy is without honor.”
― John Steinbeck, The Acts of King Arthur and His Noble Knights

“Thou therefore, my son, be strong in the grace that is in Christ Jesus. And the things that thou hast heard of me among many witnesses, the same commit thou to faithful men, who shall be able to teach others also. Thou therefore endure hardness, as a good Knight of Jesus Christ. No man holding knighthood to God, wrappeth himself with worldly needs, that he please to him, to whom he hath proved himself. For he that fighteth in battle, shall not be crowned, but he fight lawfully.”
― Paul the Apostle, 2 Timothy KJV: King James Version

“Lances and plumes! I’m a knight! Come up and fight! Why hold back! Knights of the Right Stuff!”
― Tom Wolfe, The Right Stuff

“The first Latin up a ladder was Aubery Clements, marshal of France, one of Philip’s leading knights. It was said later among the Christians�� forces that, before climbing the breach, Aubery had called out defiantly: ‘Either I shall die today, or God willing, I will enter Acre.”
― Thomas Asbridge, The Crusades: The Authoritative History of the War for the Holy Land

“The man shrunk before the threat. His chest deflated at the glean of the blade in the moonlight, fearing its point might pop him.”
― J.R. Potts

“Εκεί έξω υπάρχουν μεγάλοι ήρωες. Ιππότες βασιλείων και αρχόντων που ανάλογα με τις επιταγές της αρετής τους, αποφασίζουν το μέλλον αυτού του κόσμου. Δε χωρούν όλα τα βάσανα των ανθρώπων σε δυο χέρια και οι πλάτες κανενός ανθρώπου δεν μπορούν να τα κουβαλήσουν. Όμως, δύο χέρια με επιρροή και δύναμη μπορούν να αλλάξουν πολλές ζωές.”
― Κωνσταντίνος Πάτρας, Αιθέριον: Η Αιώνια Φωτιά

“The prior turned back to Walter.
“And thou, my child, must heed these
good brothers, who dost seek the
good of thy soul, to grow in thee the
gentle spirit of the monk. And thou
dost desire to be a worthy monk, dost
thou not?��

Walter bit his lip and was silent.

“Walter, answer thou the father
prior,�� urged Bartholomew, alarmed
by this diffidence. “Thou dost desire
to be a worthy monk, I trow?��

“No, Father,�� whispered the boy.

Brother Bartholomew crossed himself in horror. The prior’s face was a
curious mix of sternness and concealed mirth.

“Then what �� wouldst be an unworthy monk?�� he asked seriously.

“No, Father �� a…a knight!”
― Sarah Brazytis, In God is My Hope

“My hair whips behind me, and when Oak glances back, I have to look away. Circlet at his brow, sword at his belt, in his shining belt, he looks like a knight from a child's imaginings, out of a storybook.”
― Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

“You had the privilege of carrying the prince a ways, and that's that. Whatever we see fit to give you in recompense, be it a coin or a kick in the teeth, you'll take it and be grateful.”
― Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

“There's always something left to lose”
― Holly Black, The Cruel Prince

“When ‘my lady�� called, could her oath sworn protector tarry? I thought the knightly answer should be: ‘Nay,�� or perhaps even: ‘Heck Nay.”
― Daniel Thorman, Mayhem at the Mill

“There was a clearing in the forest, a wide sward of moonlit grass, and the white rays shone full upon the tree trunks on the opposite side. These trees were beeches, whose trunks are always more beautiful in a pearly light, and among the beeches there was the smallest movement and a silvery clink. Before the clink there were just the beeches, but immediately afterward there was a knight in full armour, standing still and silent and unearthly, among the majestic trunks. He was mounted on an enormous white horse that stood as rapt as its master, and he carried in his right hand, with its butt resting on the stirrup, a high, smooth jousting lance, which stood up among the tree stumps, higher and higher, till it was outlined against the velvet sky. All was moon-lit, all silver, too beautiful to describe.”
― T.H. White, The Once and Future King

“Forse non siete un drago, non del tutto almeno", concluse. "Forse avete un cavaliere dentro, al quale nessuno ha mai insegnato niente.”
― Virginia Dellamore, Tu che avanzi nel buio della notte

“Εκεί έξω υπάρχουν μεγάλοι ήρωες. Ιππότες βασιλείων και αρχόντων που ανάλογα με
τις επιταγές της αρετής τους, αποφασίζουν το μέλλον αυτού του κόσμου. Δε χωρούν
όλα τα βάσανα των ανθρώπων σε δυο χέρια και οι πλάτες κανενός ανθρώπου δεν
μπορούν να τα κουβαλήσουν. Όμως, δύο χέρια με επιρροή και δύναμη μπορούν να αλλάξουν πολλές ζωές.”
― Κωνσταντίνος Πάτρας, Αιθέριον: Η Αιώνια Φωτιά

“So twined is mine
own self with thine, that the love
could not die whilst my heart told me
thou still lived. It is green yet, and
strong, and hath waited only for this
day. When I saw Aedan, and knew
that thou wast nearby, my soul didst
rise up and fly!”
― Sarah Brazytis, In God is My Hope

“Hast thou
seen a saucy wench hereabouts?��

“I hath seen no saucy wench,�� said
Colin, using the term with difficulty,
for the white frightened face of his
Lady of the Greenwood haunted him.
“Nor art thou free to trespass on my
master’s land with so hare-brained
an excuse. Get thee gone without delay.”
― Sarah Brazytis, In God is My Hope

“Want to be a knight, Al?��
“My salary does not include dismemberment.��
“I’d you get dismembered by a plastic sword, you’re doing something wrong.”
― Becky Dean, Love & Other Great Expectations

“Oscar: Hey Kil. Come and get me.

(Admin) Mikel: Don’t get involved, Oscar.

Oscar: You know you want to, Kili.

(Admin) Kalen: Do not get involved, Oscar.

Elijah: Oscar. Don’t.

Oscar: Be there in ten, Kiljoy.”
― Jane Washington, Tourner

“He deserved more than a girl who couldn’t tell him how she felt.

He was perfect, and I was flawed. “Promise me.�� His lips touched my temple, his warm breath sending shivers down my body.

Shivers that felt different—like they filled my lower belly with lava. Promise him what? I wondered. I nodded yes anyway, eager to please him, though he hadn’t completed his sentence. My lips moved.

“I promise. I promise. I promise.��

Maybe that’s why he didn’t trust me.

Why he’d sneak into my bedroom that night—and every night, for the next six years—and wrap his arms around me, making sure I was really okay.

Sometimes he smelled of alcohol.

Sometimes of another girl. Fruity and sweet and different.

Oftentimes, he smelled of my heartbreak.

But he was always making sure I was safe.

And he always left before my dad knocked on my door to wake me up.

For the next six years, before jumping through my window, Knight would drop a kiss on my forehead in the exact same spot where shortly thereafter Dad would kiss me good morning, the heat of Knight’s lips still on my skin, making my face radiate.”
― L.J. Shen, Broken Knight

“I opened my mouth, and swear I got drunk again just smelling my own fucking breath.”
― L.J. Shen, Broken Knight

“Mom looked down, flattening her palm over my linen and brushing it absentmindedly. Bad idea. This shit is ninety-nine percent spunk, one percent fabric.”
― L.J. Shen, Broken Knight

“I love your brother and your father more than I love myself. I would die for them. Fight for them until the bitter end. Go against the whole world for them. But you…�� She dragged her face up to look at me. Her eyes were full of tears. “I’ve always loved you just a tiny bit more. My regal, rebel boy. My legendary hellraiser, my sad prince, my unlikely savior, my beautiful, broken Knight.��

I gulped, looking down at her.

Don’t say it. Don’t say it. Don’t say it.

But I couldn’t not say it. The moment seemed too real and raw.

She brushed my cheek and gave me a smile so genuine and powerful, I thought it could outshine the sun.

“What if tomorrow never comes?�� I whispered.

“Then, my darling boy, we’ll make the best of today.”
― L.J. Shen, Broken Knight

“How about donuts?��

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“Donuts will be our thing. You love donuts.��

I said nothing.

“Aren’t you going to ask me how I know?�� She grinned.

“Hmm, no. I’m alive, therefore I love donuts. Not exactly rocket science, dude. Carbs and sugar equal oral orgasms.”
― L.J. Shen, Broken Knight

“Sir Brian had a battleaxe with great big knobs on. He went among the villagers and blipped them on the head.”
― A.A. Milne, The Complete Tales & Poems of Winnie-the-Pooh by A.A. Milne

“Laethrig is my father's first son, and Sulian is already knotted in a girl's long hair, while I- I am free, and have an itch to the soles of my feet that I shall not find easement for, here in my father's hall."
I looked at him in the clear upland light, the set of his head that matched that of the hawk on his fist, the hot red-brown eyes under the black brows; and I thought that he might be well right in that, and thought also that it would be good to have this frowning youngster among my captains.
"I can maybe find the means for easing the soles to your feet," I said. "And if there is a like itching in the palm of your sword hand, I can find you a fine way to appease that also.”
― Rosemary Sutcliff, Sword at Sunset

“Your Cuntness has that extra shine today,”
― L.J. Shen, Angry God

“His Mel Gibson breath was so flammable he could torch the motherfucking school if he lit a joint.”
― L.J. Shen, Angry God

“Don’t worry, Captain Save-a-Ho. I won’t fuck them.”
― L.J. Shen, Angry God