I'm a sell-sword. I make my living because I keep my word. Unreliable mercenaries don't get paid.

I interpreted that he was suffering from feeling that he felt himself to be an inadequate man who could not take care of his present and future family because he still felt umbilically tied to his mother, strangling or impaling her[…]

Spreading over the high vaultings and walls, the traditional scenes from the life of Christ are depicted on an immense scale.

Couriers were ablegated from all points of the vicinage, to secure the adjuments of pharmacopolists, chirurgeons, and even of amethodists; but their prescriptions had no consimilitude.