Author: Bernard Cornwell

Cites

• Wroe,Wroe (1)
  • IN: 1356 (2012) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: The English are riding, no one knows where.
    FROM: A Fool and His Money, (1995), Book, UK
• NULL (2)
  • IN: Lords of the North (2007) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: ...Com on wanre niht scridan sceadugenga (From out of the wan night slights the shadow walker)
    FROM: Beowulf, (1815), Poem, UK
  • IN: The Pale Horseman (2005) Historical Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Ac her forþ berað; fugelas singað, gylleð græghama. For here starts war, carrion birds sing, and gray wolves howl.
    FROM: The Fight at Finnsburh, (1705), NULL, UK
• Sir John Keegan (1)
  • IN: Agincourt (2008) Historical Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Agincourt is one of the most instantly and vividly visualized of all epic passages in English history…. It is a victory of the weak over the strong, of the common soldier over the mounted knight, of resolution over bombast…. It is also a story of slaughter-yard behaviour and of outright atrocity.
    FROM: Sir John Keegan, The Face of Battle, (1976), Book, UK
• Bible (1)
  • IN: Agincourt (2008) Historical Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: …there is a multitude of slain, and a great number of carcasses; and there is none end of their corpses: they stumble upon their corpses.
    FROM: Nahum 3.3, (-165), Bible, NULL
• Ann Wroe (1)
  • IN: 1356 (2012) Historical Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: The English are riding, no-one knows where.
    FROM: Warning sent in fourteenth-century France, quoted in A Fool and His Money by Ann Wroe, (1995), Book, UK
• Lord Byron (1)
  • IN: Stonehenge (1999) Historical Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: The Druid's groves are gone — so much the better: Stonehenge is not — but what the Devil is it?
    FROM: Lord Byron, Don Juan Canto XI, verse XXV., (1824), Poem, UK
• Henry Longfellow (1)
  • IN: The Fort (2010) Historical Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo for evermore! For, borne on the night-wind of the Past, Through all our history, to the last, In the hour of darkness and peril and need, The people will waken and listen to hear The hurrying hoof-beats of that steed, And the midnight message of Paul Revere.
    FROM: The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere, (1860), Poem, US
• Charles Wolfe (1)
  • IN: The Fort (2010) Historical Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
    FROM: The Burial of Sir John Moore after Corunna, (1817), Poem, Ireland
• Revd Charles Inglis (1)
  • IN: Redcoat (1998) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Let us now, if you please, take a view of the other side of the question. Suppose we were to revolt from Great Britain, declare ourselves independent, and set up a Republic of our own -- what would be the consequence? I stand aghast at the prospect -- my blood runs chill when I think of the calamities, the complicated evils, that must ensue.
    FROM: NULL, (1776), NULL, US