"Kate, my dear? Haven’t your raspberries been marvellous this year? Come and be licked; I haven’t dined yet."
— Francis Crawford of Lymond, The Disorderly Knights by Dorothy Dunnett (via inthetiredspaces)
(Source: nosey-nate)
"And, long since ashore with his men and his booty, Crawford of Lymond, man of wit and crooked felicities, bred to luxury and heir to a fortune, rode off serenely to Midcutler to break into his new sister-in-law’s castle."
— Dorothy Dunnett, The Game of Kings (via inthetiredspaces)
(Source: nosey-nate)
