Pat McIntosh > Quotes

“If I could explain a head in a barrel to the King, he thought, I can explain a man in a tanpit to a Bishop. But I'd sooner be more certain of the facts.”
― Pat McIntosh, The Stolen Voice

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― Pat McIntosh, The Fourth Crow

“A child wailed, elsewhere in the house, and the Canon glanced at the maidservant and gestured at the door. ‘Away and deal wi that bairn, Kirsty, and see if you canny keep it quieter.’ ‘Takes after his faither,’ retorted Kirsty with a toss of her head,”
― Pat McIntosh, The Fourth Crow

“The man was very like his brother, a gangling creature with large hands and feet and a narrow face, though his normal expression was as sour as week-old milk.”
― Pat McIntosh, The Lanimer Bride

“He got to his feet, and laughed suddenly, without humour. ‘I recall Pierre complaining that Scotland is by far too full of strong-minded women. He was right there.”
― Pat McIntosh, The Lanimer Bride

“He gestured to Socrates, ordering him to stay with Alys; the dog sat down beside her, but pointedly turned his head away.”
― Pat McIntosh, The King's Corrodian

“Early flowers in tubs shivered in the wind”
― Pat McIntosh, The Counterfeit Madam

“he’s no for shutting down the whole kirk. The faithful need to get in, he says.’ His gaze slid sideways to meet Gil’s. ‘Them and their pence,”
― Pat McIntosh, The Fourth Crow

“spooning raisin sauce over the turnips on his plate.”
― Pat McIntosh, The Counterfeit Madam

“Several small boats were drawn up on the strand, their crews engaged in the mysterious occupations of mariners on land.”
― Pat McIntosh, The Fourth Crow

“Whanne she was gone the kynge was glad for she made suche a noyse,”
― Pat McIntosh, The King's Corrodian

“Now, contemplating her battered body, he reflected that the violence it revealed was also something many women met daily.”
― Pat McIntosh, The Fourth Crow

“I don’t like the way you keep turning up corpses – female corpses, at that – on St Mungo’s land, Gil. We’ll ha no more of them, if you don’t mind.”
― Pat McIntosh, The Fourth Crow

“The Glazert rattled in its wide bed, wriggling down the valley floor;”
― Pat McIntosh, The Counterfeit Madam

“The black cat padded in, raised its tail in greeting to Socrates, and jumped onto the lay brother’s lap.”
― Pat McIntosh, The King's Corrodian

“A woman is a worthy wight, she serveth a man both day and night, Gil thought, and did not glance at Alys. How did it go on? And yet she hath but care and wo,”
― Pat McIntosh, The Lanimer Bride

“The black cat slipped along the cloister in search of mice, his white patches faint in the little light there was, paused with a paw lifted in a patch of snow to consider him, then padded on into the shadows.”
― Pat McIntosh, The King's Corrodian

“I knew of this: Provost Lockhart sent word. You’d think we dwelt in the Marches.”
― Pat McIntosh, The Lanimer Bride

“he rose from his knees, drew the candles more conveniently, and sat down to study his finds, supervised by the cat.”
― Pat McIntosh, The King's Corrodian

“The river rippled past ten feet away, chuckling quietly to itself.”
― Pat McIntosh, The Fourth Crow

“The world is full of high-handed women,’ he complained. ‘Certainly Scotland is,’ agreed Gil.”
― Pat McIntosh, The Fourth Crow

“Socrates started an argument with a cow-herd’s dog and discovered it had friends;”
― Pat McIntosh, The Counterfeit Madam

“You’ll drink the other first.’ Wondering why women all turned into his old nurse when there was an injury to tend, he drank the bitter brew in the other beaker, and was handed his spiced ale as if it was a reward,”
― Pat McIntosh, The King's Corrodian

“The cat had left as they entered, sauntering out towards the kitchens with the air of one whose neighbourhood had been invaded by undesirables.”
― Pat McIntosh, The King's Corrodian

“Alys tipped her head up, scenting the warm air the way Gil had shown her, finding only the rich odours of the summer earth, horse-droppings and green growth. There was an elder-bush somewhere near, the last of the May-blossom was fading on a thorn tree, a tangle of brambles spoke of the dark riches of autumn.”
― Pat McIntosh, The Lanimer Bride

“Socrates padded across the chamber to sit down beside Alys, gazing airily into the distance, his soft ears flicking at the little sounds she made dealing with her wedge of pie.”
― Pat McIntosh, The Lanimer Bride

“he was a sleekit, spying yadswiver”
― Pat McIntosh, The King's Corrodian

“Is someone going about the High Kirk killing folk? That’ll do the pilgrim trade no good.”
― Pat McIntosh, The Fourth Crow