Mark

“Thirty paces, twenty, and you can see the eyes of the men who will try to kill you, and see the spear-blades, and the instinct is to stop, to straighten the shields. We cringe from battle, fear claws at us, time seems to stop, there is silence though a thousand men shout, and at that moment, when terror savages the heart like a trapped beast, you must hurl yourself into the horror.
Because the enemy feels the same.
And you have come to kill him. You are the beast from his nightmares.”
― Bernard Cornwell, Warriors of the Storm

“I have a path to follow," I said, "and it goes north. North back to Bebbanburg.”
― Bernard Cornwell, The Pale Horseman

“If you come to the window, and look through the other end, Karsa, you will see things far away drawn closer.’ He scowled at her, and set the instrument down. ‘If something is far away, I simply ride closer.”
― Steven Erikson, The Bonehunters

“I stood on the dead horse and spread my arms. I held the shield high to my left and the sword to my right, and my mail coat was spattered with blood and the snow fell about my wolf-crested helmet and all I knew was the young man's joy of slaughter. "I killed Ubba Lothbrokson!" I shouted at them. "I killed him! So come and join him! Taste his death! My sword wants you!”
― Bernard Cornwell, The Pale Horseman