Austin Grant

“Richard felt his spirits begin to recover and he raised his hand to the crowds, though it made his back ache. It was worse every year, he thought. Pain he'd thought he could bear all his life became less easy to endure as he aged. It was a frustrating thing to acknowledge, but the physical power and certainty of a man in his twenties saying 'This, I can stand for ever', would not itself last.
A brother and a beloved king could die.
A vow could wither, a back twist further and his pain might never ease at all”
― Conn Iggulden, Ravenspur: Rise of the Tudors

“Be me a little.”
― John Ajvide Lindqvist, Let the Right One In

“Hating people isn’t a productive way of living. So what’s the point in hating anyone? There’s enough hate in the world as it is, without me adding to it.”
― Ozzy Osbourne, I Am Ozzy

“Warwick breathed out slowly. He could her the noise of the descending duke and he turned back to the Plantagenet armies of York - of Edward and Richard and George. He felt the pain of it once more. To be the victor, he had to destroy three boys he had raised up to be men. He knew how they would stand together, just as he stood with his brothers. He was forty-two years old and he had fought for over sixteen of them. He had sinned and he had lost friends and his father. He had witnessed bravery at the moment of death, had known bitter exile and murder and great victory, all of it marking him where it could not rub off or be washed away. He had no sons of his own.
He began to chuckle in the breeze, though it was far closer to sobbing than laughter”
― Conn Iggulden, Ravenspur: Rise of the Tudors