Charls Quotes & Sayings

Sometimes you just have to get a shock to grow up and wake up, and I've had lots of shocks because it's as though I don't learn the lessons, so something new comes and hits me. — Marianne Faithfull

Most people have never known solitude ... But there are a few of the other kind who can go back to their rooms anywhere and close the door on the whole world, and feel that they need never emerge. — Louis Aragon

It's lucky King Damianos is at Delpha,' said Charls, uncertainly. 'There's no need to worry that the Prince is away so close to the Ascension.' 'Yes, this would be a terrible idea otherwise,' said Lamen. — C.S. Pacat

Here in Aegina, they say Damianos takes the Prince every night, but that it's not seemly for a king to renounce his slaves and limit his appetites, denying himself all but one person.' 'I think it's romantic,' said Guilliame. 'Oh?' said Alexon. 'I heard Damianos disguised himself as a slave to uncover the secret of his brother's treachery, and the Prince of Vere fell in love with him not knowing who he was.' 'I heard that they allied themselves in secret months before,' said Alexon. 'And that the Prince hid Damianos from Kastor, pretending he was a slave, while they courted privately.' 'What do you think, Charls?' said Guilliame to the Prince. 'I think they had help,' said the Prince, 'along the way, from those who were loyal.' Charls — C.S. Pacat

The Crown Prince was camped at Nesson this very minute, on his way to the border to stand up to Akielos. He was a young man serious about his responsibilities, Charls said. Damen had to make an effort not to look over at Laurent, gambling, when he said it. — C.S. Pacat

Do you think they're doing it?' said Alexon. Charls coughed on his wine. 'I beg your pardon?' 'The King and Prince Laurent. Do you think they're doing it?' 'Well, it's not for me to say.' Charls avoided looked at the Prince. 'I think they are,' volunteered Guilliame. 'Charls met the Prince of Vere once. He said he was so beautiful that if he were a pet he'd spark a bidding war the likes of which no one had ever seen.' 'I meant, in an honourable way,' Charls said, quickly. 'And everyone in Akielos speaks of the virility of Damianos,' continued Guilliame. 'I don't think it should follow that - ' Charls began. 'My cousin told me,' said Alexon, proudly, 'he met a man who had once been a famous gladiator from Isthima. He lasted only minutes in the arena with Damianos. But afterwards Damianos had him in his chambers for six hours.' 'You see? How could a man like that resist a beauty like the Prince?' Guilliame sat back triumphantly. 'Seven hours,' said Lamen, frowning slightly. 'Here — C.S. Pacat

Guilliame. 'No, I was born in the capital.' He said no more than that. Charls supposed that he and Guilliame were two of the few who knew the truth of Lamen's origins - that under that long Veretian sleeve there was a golden cuff, and that Lamen had once been a palace slave. He did not know how Lamen had come by his freedom, though he could see how Lamen had caught the Prince's eye. Lamen was a young man in peak physical condition, good natured and loyal. Any unmarried nobleman would notice him. 'And how is it you now fight for Veretians?' said Alexon. Charls found himself curious to hear his answer, but Lamen said only, 'I came to know one of them.' The — C.S. Pacat

Charls met the Prince of Vere once,' Guilliame said to Damen, lowering his voice to the conspiratorial, 'in a tavern in Nesson, disguised as a,' lowering it further, 'prostitute.'
Damen looked over at Laurent, who was deep in conversation, letting his eyes pass slowly over every familiar feature, the cool expression tipped with gold in the firelight. He said, 'Did he?'
'Charls said, think of the most expensive pet you've ever seen, then double it.'
'Really?' said Damen.
'Of course, Charls knew who he was right away, because he couldn't hide his princely style, and nobility of spirit.'
'Of course,' said Damen. — C.S. Pacat

Dear Charls. Whatever will you do with your own Kemptian silk? It will spoil on the road.' 'We aren't carrying any Kemptian silk,' said the Prince. It took a moment for those words to be understood, and then Makon's expression changed. 'Oh, did you think we were? I'm afraid you undercut yourself for no reason.' A look of fury had appeared on Makon's face. The Prince said, 'A little healthy competition.' Dinner — C.S. Pacat

Art is not a mirror but a hammer. — John Grierson

I' tired of old people being labeled as worthless,useless,toothless and sexless — Claude Pepper

When one is a monster, one does well to beware knights in shining armor. — Tiffany Reisz

If we just knew which end to start with,' Lamen said. It was suddenly obvious that Lamen had no idea what to do. With a clear moment of insight, Charls saw that Lamen was not a cloth merchant's assistant. He was the prince's private companion, and had no real skills whatsoever. 'Guilliame, — C.S. Pacat

You mean Heiron,' said Lamen. 'Yes, that's right,' said Charls. 'I can't meet Heiron,' said Lamen. 'It's understandable to be nervous around great men like the Kyros, Lamen. But the Prince wouldn't have you as an assistant if he didn't believe in your abilities.' Lamen passed his hand over his face and had a look of distraught amusement. 'Charls - ' 'Don't worry, Lamen. Here it is not as it is with smaller houses. The Kyros is a great but remote figure. Most likely our dealings will be with the Keeper.' Lamen — C.S. Pacat

To the alliance,' agreed Alexon, the words echoing back from those seated around the fire. To the alliance. Charls saw Lamen lift his cup and incline it towards the Prince, who echoed his gesture, the two of them smiling a little. Lamen, — C.S. Pacat

That's right. He is Charls. I am Charls. We are cousins,' said Charls, gamely, 'named after our grandfather. Charls. — C.S. Pacat

Not everyone could have the blissful equanimity of Lamen, who seemed to pay the Prince no deference of rank, a piece of very good acting. Charls — C.S. Pacat

We're inevitable, Josie — Maya Banks

People on the outside think there's something magical about writing, that you go up in the attic at midnight and cast the bones and come down in the morning with a story, but it isn't like that. You sit in back of the typewriter and you work, and that's all there is to it. — Harlan Ellison

Hers was the bliss of one who knew that at last she was off upon the adventure at the end of which lay her heart's desire'. — Paul Gallico

Heiron, Kyros of Aegina entered, a slow stately walk in a chiton that swept the floor, and fell in folds, like heavy Veretian curtains. 'My son tells a different story.' 'Your son?' said Charls. 'Alexon,' said Heiron, holding out his hand. 'Come here.' As Charls stood amazed, Alexon drew himself up to his full height, pushing back the blue cloak. 'It's true. I am Alexon, son of Heiron,' said Alexon. 'I am not a humble sheep farmer as I claimed.' 'But your insights about wool,' said Charls. 'I often travel anonymously through the province,' said Alexon. 'People show their true natures freely when they don't know who I am.' He — C.S. Pacat

With a clear moment of insight, Charls saw that Lamen was not a cloth merchant's assistant. He was the prince's private companion, and had no real skills whatsoever. — C.S. Pacat

There are always more smart people outside your company than within it. — Bill Joy