Stuart Quotes

“You can only chase a butterfly for so long.”
― Jane Yolen, Prince Across the Water

“And exactly how does a miserable face help the war effort?" he asked sharply, his mood beginning to change. "Will a frown bring back the dead or fortify a town? If I allow myself to laugh in the face of misery, I rest my mind from the stress of it all, and then it'll work the better for you and your war. And if I'm really to be one of your advisers, Your Majesty, accept this piece of advise: Take happiness where and when you find it, because there is going to be precious little of it in the next few months!”
― Stuart Hill, The Cry of the Icemark

“It rang and it rand and it rang. I looked at the screen one last time, then at Stuart, and then I reached my arm back and threw the phone as hard as I could (sadly, not that far), and it vanished into the snow. The eight-year-olds, who were truly fascinated with our every move at this point, chased after it.
'Lost it,' I said. 'Whoops.”
― Maureen Johnson, Let It Snow: Three Holiday Romances

“The form of association, however, which if mankind continue to improve, must be expected in the end to predominate, is not that which can exist between a capitalist as chief, and work-people without a voice in the management, but the association of the labourers themselves on terms of equality, collectively owning the capital with which they carry on their operations, and working under managers elected and removable by themselves.”
― John Stuart Mill, Principles of Political Economy: And Chapters on Socialism

“When life gives you lemons...add melted butter , toasted paprika and dip some lobster in it!”
― Stuart J. Scesney

“At this time of day it should have been open and full of fifty fellow smackheads, crackheads, psychotics, epileptics, schizophrenics, self-harmers, beggars, buskers, car thieves, sherry pushers, ciderheads, just-released-that-morning convicts, ex-army, ex-married-men-with-young-children-who'd-discovered-their-wife-in-bed-with-two-members-of-the-university-rowing-team-at-the-same-time.”
― Alexander Masters, Stuart: A Life Backwards

“Everyone who has an interest in the History of Winchester, the Civil War In Hampshire and the 17th Century needs to read this - Desecration: Winchester 1642 by Charles Cordell”
― Warwick Louth

“He knows,"I said. "I tell him everything"
"Does that go both ways?" he asked.
"Does what go both ways?"
"You said you tell him everything," he replied. "You didn't say we tell each other everything”
― ‎Maureen Johnson, Let It Snow: Three Holiday Romances

“When life gives you lemons...add melted butter , toasted paprik and dip some lobster in it!”
― Stuart J. Scesney

“I have been waiting for this second novel - The Keys of Hell and Death - in Charles Cordell's series, and am not disappointed. Once more, he evokes the experience of the Civil War soldier, in every branch of arms, more vividly than ever before.”
― Professor Ronald Hutton

“ Charles Cordell, a former soldier, writes with bravura confidence.”
― The Times

“ The Keys of Hell and Death by Charles Cordell - plunges the reader into the very trenches, hedgerows, ridges and streets of the war.”
― Miranda Malins

“I have been waiting for this second novel - The Keys of Hell and Death by Charles Cordell - and am not disappointed. Once again he evokes the experience of the Civil War soldier more vividly than ever before.”
― Ronald Hutton

“The ground shudders from cavalry attack and cannon fire. You can smell the sweat of fear." - The Keys of Hell and Death by Charles Cordell”
― David Gilman

“Shit on the tyranny of privilege and oppression that enclosed common land.”
― Charles Cordell, God's Vindictive Wrath

“As one, they yelled the name of a princess butchered, a child locked in a barren convent, the last drifting snow of Glyndŵr. ‘Gwenllian!”
― Charles Cordell, God's Vindictive Wrath

“Spike, rake, sponge, charge, wad, shot, wad – the gun crews worked like automatons. There was something extraordinary in the way that every man performed his motions as a part of the action. Every movement was synchronised with the next. They were a perfect machine – each one a piece of the mechanism, like the wheels of the watch in his pocket. He could think of no other example of men working together with such precision. This was man, industry and science in unison. Was this the way of the future? It was a wondrous and near-perfect thing. But it was a perfection bent on destruction.”
― Charles Cordell, God's Vindictive Wrath

“An exciting minute-by-minute story of the English Civil War … from the soldier’s point of view … the historical accuracy is fantastic … the storyline and writing style tremendously exciting." - God's Vindictive Wrath by Charles Cordell”
― Historical Novel Society

“Straight into the action, fast-paced and authentic. This story captures all the confusion, fear and excitement of battle. It will appeal to anyone who enjoys historical adventure novels." - God's Vindictive Wrath by Charles Cordell”
― Michael Arnold

“Do not miss this evocative account of the English Civil War, and the ordinary men caught up in it." - God's Vindictive Wrath by Charles Cordell”
― Ben Kane

“When life gives you lemons...add melted butter , toasted paprike and dip some lobster in it!”
― Stuart J. Scesney

“Have as much fun as you can in life because you never know when it will end.”
― Stuart J. Scesney

“There comes a point when you can only sweep so much under the rug, 'til you feel lumps under your feet and your path seems to become less ccomfortable.”
― Stuart J. Scesney

“There comes a point when you can only sweep so much under the rug, 'til you feel lumps under your feet and your path seems to become less comfortable.”
― Stuart J. Scesney

“Sirrah, thou art a coarse and rough-hewn fellow but i fain noteth thy first name Stewart bears a pleasing w'rding and, thus, lurks a grise of gentle spirit about thy p'rson. Bemock all Stuarts and maketh this keeper of the estate our w'rthy guardian!”
― Stewart Stafford

“Back in Astra City, he was equally as cold hearted and his choice of words matched his sociopathic soul. Here, in Beta City, he was less focused. Amused at his own evil, playful nature. Camp, almost. What changed him?”
― Kevin Klehr, Virtual Insanity

“Ralph’s horse shifted under him. It sensed the danger, the fear, the icy sweat that ran down his back. He laid a calming hand on the animal’s thick veined neck. Breda had carried him across the battlefield of Edgehill, got him safe away at Aylesbury, Brentford and Turnham. Could they make it back behind Winchester’s walls? The great charger stepped backward. Along their short line, other horses were backing up, tossing their heads, whinnying.
‘As you were!’ Smith held them in check. ‘On my order. Keep close. Together.’ He looked at them. Looked again at the enemy about them. ‘Now! Ride for the gate!”
― Charles Cordell, Desecration: Winchester 1642