Knight's Shadow (Greatcoats #2)

by Sebastien de Castell

No matter how strong a Knight’s armour, it’s not impenetrable to a two-and-a-half-foot-long steel-tipped arrow launched from a six-foot longbow made of red yew and black hicksten and drawn by a man who hates Knights more than any other living thing.

Good line

I wanted to be noble and brave and all the things I’d tried to be since the day the King had shaken me out of my madness. But I couldn’t. I simply didn’t have it in me. ‘You’re a fucking bitch,’ I said.

Haha

‘Friends of Carefal!’ Cairn shouted. ‘You know I am not a man for speeches.’ Responses from the crowd ranged from ‘then shut up!’ to ‘thank the Saints for that’ to ‘since when are you a man?’

Ha

Dariana barked out a laugh. ‘See, I think armed peasants is exactly what the Duke needs to make sure he keeps his representatives in check.’

Very wise Dariana.