2 Quotes by Patricia Bracewell

His vision blurred to haze, the sounds of feasting stilled, and from every dark corner, shadows streamed toward him until they reached the dais and formed a pulsing darkness before him. From its murky heart, his dead brother's face, eyes glowing and malignant, stared into his.

He was hounded by the shade of his brother, demanding terribly the price of blood... William of Malmesbury, the History of the English Kings.