Showing posts with label Akbar Khan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Akbar Khan. Show all posts

Tuesday, 3 June 2008

My word?

‘As I understand it,’ says I, ‘your word is pledged already.’

‘My word? Will that heal a cut throat? I talk of what is; I expect Elfistan Sahib to do the same.’



Flashman, p.191, Pan edition, 12th printing, 1979.




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Wednesday, 28 May 2008

The steel underneath


Now, as he said those words, he ceased to be a waggish madman; his voice was as gentle as ever, but there was no mistaking the steel underneath. Suddenly things became real again, and I understood that the kindly smiling man before me was strong in a way that folk like Gul Shah could never be: strong and dangerous.



Flashman, p.137, Pan edition, 12th printing, 1979.




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