He dreamed big but understood that dreams become reality only when their champions are strong enough and wily enough to bend history to their purposes.

It&#39;s never the wrong time to call on Toad. Early or late he&#39;s always the same fellow. Always good-tempered, always glad to see you, always sorry when you go!

You aren't thinking or really existing unless you're willing to risk even your own sanity in the judgement of your existence.

I’m sorry,’ said Jerott, his eyes elsewhere. What was the attraction here, in God’s name? Not the little woman in the stained gown, surely? Or the plain fourteen-year-old who had been so courageous the night Trotty died?

Written By Dorothy Dunnett

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