Andre-Louis, maintaining his position by clutching one of the legs of the bronze horse, flung his voice like a bugle-note over the heads of that seething mob.
"Citizens of Rennes, the motherland is in danger!"
The effect was electric. A stir ran, like a ripple of water, across that froth of upturned human faces, and completest silence followed. In that great silence they looked at this slim young man, hatless, long wisps of his black hair fluttering in the breeze, his neckcloth in disorder, his face white, his eyes on fire.
Andre-Louis felt a sudden surge of exaltation as he realized by instinct that at one grip he had seized that crowd, and that he held it fast in the spell of his cry and his audacity.- Chapter 7 of book 1, "The Wind", page 56
The child - she was no more than that, perhaps twenty at the most - possessed, in addition to the allurements of the face and shape that went very near perfection - a sparkling vivacity and a grace of movement the like of which Andre-Louis did not remember ever before to have beheld assembled in one person. And her voice too - that musical, silvery voice that had awakened him - possessed in its exquisite modulations an allurement of its own that must have been irresistible, he thought, in the ugliest of her sex. She wore a hooded mantle of green cloth, and the hood being thrown back, her dainty head was all revealed to him. There were glints of gold struck by the morning sun from her light nut-brown hair that hung in a cluster of curls about her oval face. Her complexion was of a delicacy that he could compare only with a rose petal. He could not at that distance discern the colour of her eyes, but he guessed them blue, as he admired the sparkle of them under the fine, dark line of eyebrows.- Chapter 1 of book 2, "The Trespassers", page 92
"The Paris newspapers," he writes in this (a letter), "which have reported in considerable detail the fracas at the Theater Feydau and disclosed the true identity of the Scaramouche who provoked it, inform me also that you have escaped the fate I had intended for you when I raised that storm of public opinion and public indignation. I would not have you take satisfaction in the thought that I regret your escape. I do not. I rejoice in it. To deal justice by death has this disadvantage that the victim has no knowledge that justice has overtaken him. Had you died, had you been torn limb from limb that night, I should now repine in the thought of your eternal and untroubled slumber. Not in euthanasia, but in torment of mind should the guilty atone. You see, I am not sure that hell hereafter is a certainty, whilst I am quite sure that it can be a certainty in this life; and I desire you to continue to live yet awhile that you may taste something of its bitterness."
- Chapter 1 of book 3, "Transition", page 222
So there are three passages that give you an idea of the amazingness packed into this book. You can see in the first quote the political intrigue and the power Andre has in speech. You see in the second quote that Sabatini can write a great description - and beautiful ladies with musical voices bode romance, do they not? And in the third quote you the see the disgust Andre has toward...somebody (I can't disclose the name!)...and once again his way with words is downright incredible. I hope this, and my review (coming soon!), help make the decision to go pick up this book!!! :)