33 Quotes About Historical Novel

Stored personal memories along with handed down collective memories of stories, legends, and history allows us to collate our interactions with a physical and social world and develop a personal code of survival. In essence, we all become self-styled sages, creating our own book of wisdom based upon our studied observations and practical knowledge gleaned from living and learning. What we quickly discover is that no textbook exist how to conduct our life, because the world has yet to produce a perfect person — an ideal observer — whom is capable of handing down a concrete exemplar of epistemic virtues. We each draw upon the guiding knowledge, theories, and advice available for us in order to explore the paradoxes, ironies, inconsistencies, and the absurdities encountered while living in a supernatural world. We mold our personal collection of information into a practical practicum how to live and die. Each day we define and redefine who we are, determine how we will react today, and chart our quest into an uncertain future. Kilroy J. Oldster

Some people like the Jews, and some do not. But no thoughtful man can deny the fact that they are, beyond any question, the most formidable and most remarkable race which has appeared in the world.– Winston S. Churchill Ellen Brazer

The intermittent depression that had shadowed him throughout his adult life was about to envelop him once again. Erik Larson

A Time Comes When Silence is Betrayal. P.J. Parker

Thunderbird ascended on the heady currents of air that bore her high above the vast landscape of Túwaqachi. She stretched her broad wings, the heat lifting her through the silence, her glossy brown feathers shimmering in the sunlight. P.J. Parker

The early morning sunshine shot up the ice-covered valley. It glinted off the backs of slumbering mastodon, reflected between the antlers of caribou. P.J. Parker

For whom do you cry, my son?” the Great Spirit asked.“ I do not know.”“ Yes, you do. P.J. Parker

This is a time of change, ” the Shaman said. “This is a time of enormous power. P.J. Parker

Do you understand the meaning of the soil beneath your feet? P.J. Parker

The Sun Dagger appeared on the rock face directly above the Shaman’s shadowed head. It dazzled within the shade as the sunlight slipped through a gap in the overhead slabs. The dagger cut slowly down the rock, slicing through the very center of the etched spiral. “The middle of time, ” Chaco whispered to himself. P.J. Parker

The other Clans will soon arrive. The greatest times of our family are before us. And so are the darkest. P.J. Parker

One large cat bounded up the side of the outcrop to stand in full view on an overhanging boulder. She stared down at them, inside their protective enclosure, tilting her head from side to side. Her scarred yellow-brown coat was immaculately groomed, but the long tufting hair of her snout was matted with the bright red smear of uncongealed blood from a recent kill. Her upper lip curved over the top of foot-long saber teeth. . P.J. Parker

We the People .. . The People of the Long House. P.J. Parker

The Day of Trouble is Near P.J. Parker

We must love our slaves, Papa. We must love them as hard as we are able. P.J. Parker

West Point–The Key to the Continent and Independence. P.J. Parker

No words in our ledgers could do justice to this sublime beauty, ” Captain Lewis said. “The expedition should have brought a camera obscura.” Peter wasn’t familiar with the words, but no matter. He knew he was part of something magnificent–something greater than himself or the Corps of Discovery. And he knew what it was. It was America. And it was beautiful. P.J. Parker

I refuse to believe the people of Texas and all Americans in the world have forgotten us. P.J. Parker

Do not fret, my brother, my child. For the buffalo will roam the plains once more. P.J. Parker

We live in a complicated society, Bromley–one that is changing and which does indeed need to change. But do you not think any change must begin within our own family gathering? P.J. Parker

Rainbow Cloud strode forward like a hunting cat with the same strength of height and broad shoulders, the same rolling gait as First Light’s father. They were indeed the same man, split in two at birth, so the family might be rewarded by twice the skill in hunting each brother possessed. P.J. Parker

The Sleepin’ Fox Catches No Poultry. P.J. Parker

There were no stars, only the darkness and an arctic chill that had intensified since the first thin, blood-red stripes of sunrise shimmered on the ocean’s horizon. P.J. Parker

Shit rolls downhill. Bureaucracy rolls faster. David Wellington

If queens did not exist, the poets would have had to invent them, so necessary as they are to a nation's glory. Lise Arin

Do you plan on marrying Charles?”She shook her head.“ Good. I wouldn’t want to shoot him, but I would."... Finding Promise Scarlett Dunn

What’s bosoms?” Cade asked.“ You’ll find out when you get older, ” Jake said." A lot older, " Colt said. Last Promise Scarlett Dunn

Isabel Valverde was coming home. The brief, terrible letter from her brother had brought her across five thousand miles of ocean, from the New World to the Old, and during the long voyage she thought she had prepared herself for the worst. But now that London lay just beyond the next bend of the River Thames, she dreaded what awaited her. The not knowing — that was the hardest. Would she find her mother still a prisoner awaiting execution? Horrifying though that was, Isabel could at least hope to see her one last time. Or had her mother already been hanged? . Barbara Kyle

Snow crunched under the feet of three cloaked figures — a queen, her lady, and a gravedigger — as they hurried along a moonlit path in Windsor Castle's lower ward. The gravedigger pushed a cart that held a slab of marble, his pick and shovel, and some straw. When the trio reached the steps of St. George's Chapel, Queen Mary stopped. She turned her head, pushing aside the fur of her hood, and a gust of wind needled her with crystallized snow. She looked back at her attendants. Was she wrong to trust them with this night's work?. Barbara Kyle

Fenella Doorn watched the unfamiliar wreck of a ship ghosting into her bay. Crippled by cannon fire, she thought. What else could do such damage? The foremast was blown away, as well as half the mainmast where a jury rig clung to the jagged stump, and shot holes tattered the sails on the mizzen. And yet, to Fenella’s experienced eye the vessel had an air of defiance. Demi-cannons hulked in the shadowed gun ports. This ship was a fighter, battered but not beaten. With fight still in her, was she friend or foe?. Barbara Kyle

The night of the fireworks changed the course of many lives in England, though no one suspected the dark future as hundreds of courtiers stared, faces upturned in delight, at the starbursts of crimson, green, and gold that lit up the terraces, gardens, and pleasure grounds of Rosethorn House, the country home of Richard, Baron Thornleigh. That night, no one was more proud to belong to the baron’s family than his eighteen-year-old ward, Justine Thornleigh; she had no idea that she would soon cause a deadly division in the family and ignite a struggle between two queens. Yet she was already, innocently, on a divergent path, for as Lord and Lady Thornleigh and their multitude of guests watched the dazzle of fireworks honoring the spring visit of Queen Elizabeth, Justine was hurrying away from the public gaiety. Someone had asked to meet her in private. . Barbara Kyle

Every time you go to see Hamlet you don't expect it to have a happy ending...you're still enthralled.( Interview BBC Radio 4 Today 17 October 2012.) Hilary Mantel