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"Jane," I said quietly. She opened her eyes, she had been far away in prayer. "Yes, Mary? Forgive me, I was praying." "If you go on flirting with the king with those sickly little smiles, one of us Boleyns is going to scratch your eyes out."
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jane-seymour
henry-viii
mary-boleyn
threat
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Philippa Gregory |
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baba5ba
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I was born to be your rival,' she [Anne] said simply. 'And you mine. We're sisters, aren't we?
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henry-viii
mary-boleyn
historical-fiction
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Philippa Gregory |
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572c57f
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Before anything else I was a woman who was capable of passion and who had a great need and a great desire for love.
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henry-viii
historical-fiction
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Philippa Gregory |
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37b2205
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He was so much in love with me that I could have asked him for the moon and stars, and he would have gathered them for me.
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henry-viii
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Carolyn Meyer |
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97d180d
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Katherine of Aragon was speaking out for the women of the country, for the good wives who should not be put aside just because their husbands had taken a fancy to another, for the women who walked the hard road between kitchen, bedroom, church and childbirth. For the women who deserved more than their husband's whim.
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fiction
katherine
henry-viii
historical-fiction
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Philippa Gregory |
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dbaa98d
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"I'm not trying to impress you," he replied, glancing up at the front of the room. "Gads," he said, blinking in surprise. "What is that ?" Hyacinth followed his gaze. Several of the Pleinsworth progeny, one of whom appeared to be costumed as a shepherdess, were milling about. "Now that's an interesting coincidence," Gareth murmured. "It might be time to start bleating," she agreed. "I thought this was meant to be a poetry recitation." Hyacinth grimaced and shook her head. "An unexpected change to the program, I'm afraid." "From iambic pentameter to Little Bo Peep?" he asked doubtfully. "It does seem a stretch." Hyacinth gave him a rueful look. "I think there will still be iambic pentameter." His mouth fell open. "From Peep?" She nodded, holding up the program that had been resting in her lap. "It's an original composition," she said, as if that would explain everything. "By Harriet Pleinsworth.The Shepherdess, the Unicorn, and Henry VIII ." "All of them? At once?" "I'm not jesting," she said, shaking her head. "Of course not. Even you couldn't have made this up." Hyacinth decided to take that as a compliment. "Why didn't I receive one of these?" he asked, taking the program from her. "I believe it was decided not to hand them out to the gentlemen," Hyacinth said, glancing about the room. "One has to admire Lady Pleinsworth's foresight, actually. You'd surely flee if you knew what was in store for you."
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humor
henry-viii
unicorn
sheep
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Julia Quinn |
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007efbd
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Jane would be the next queen and her children, when she had them, would be the next princes or princesses. Or she might wait, as the other queens had waited, every month, desperate to know that she had conceived, knowing each month that it did not happen that Henry's love wore a little thinner, that his patience grew a little shorter. Or Anne's curse of death in childbed, and death to her son, might come true. I did not envy Jane Seymour. I had seen two queens married to King Henry and neither of them had much joy of it.
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henry-viii
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Philippa Gregory |
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589bce6
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So now get up.' Felled, dazed, silent, he has fallen; knocked full length on the cobbles of the yard. His head turns sideways; his eyes are turned toward the gate, as if someone might arrive to help him out. One blow, properly placed, could kill him now.
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thomas-cromwell
henry-viii
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Hilary Mantel |
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4b34086
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In order not to make a liar out of Henry or Katherine, one or the other, the committee men think up circumstances in which the match may have been partly consummated, or somewhat consummated, and to do this they have to imagine every disaster and shame that can occur between a man and a woman alone in a room in the dark.
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sex
humor
henry-viii
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Hilary Mantel |
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6a5febb
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Henry stirs into life. 'Do I retain you for what is easy? Do you think it is for your personal beauty? The charm of your presence? I keep you, Master Cromwell, because you are as cunning as a bag of serpents. But do not be a viper in my bosom. You know my decision. Execute it.' pg. 585
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wolf-hall
thomas-cromwell
henry-viii
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Hilary Mantel |
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c373359
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Fantasy is unconstrained by truth.
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fantasy
truth
spring-dec-1530
thomas-cromwell
henry-viii
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Hilary Mantel |
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776aefc
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The story was certainly current at court, and in 1535 a Member of Parliament, Sir George Throckmorton, accused Henry to his face of 'meddling' with both Anne's mother and sister Mary. 'Never with the mother,' Henry said.
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page-125
henry-viii
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Alison Weir |
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70c4de9
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For I chase but one hind, he says, one strange deer timid and wild, and she leads me off the paths that other men have trod, and by myself into the depths of the wood.
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feelings
love
henry-viii
lust
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Hilary Mantel |
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eb923db
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"Dzelat mi prilazi i kaze: "Spustite glavu na panj i rasirite ruke kad budete spremni, gospo." Poslusno spustam ruke na panj i nespretno kleknem na travu. Osecam njen miris pod kolenima. Osecam bol u ledima i cujem krik galebova i neciji plac. A onda odjednom, bas kad se spremim da spustim celo na hrapavu povrsinu panja i rasirim ruke da dam znak krvniku da moze da udari, odjednom me preplavljuje talas radosti i zudnje za zivotom, i kazem: "Ne." Prekasno je, dzelat je vec zamahnuo sekirom iznad glave, vez je spusta, ali ja kazem: "Ne" i ustajem, pridrzavajuci se za panj da se osovim na noge. Osetim strahovit udarac na potiljku, ali gotovo nikakav bol. Silina udarca obara me na zemlju i ja ponavljam "Ne", i odjednom me obuzima buntovnicki zanos. Ne pristajem na volju ludaka Henrija Tjudora, ne spustam krotko glavu na panj i nikada to necu uraditi. Boricu se za svoj zivot i vicem "Ne!", pokusavajuci da ustanem i "Ne", kad osetim novi udarac, "Ne" dok puzem po travi, a krv mi lipti iz rane na vratu i glavi i zaslepljuje me, ali ne gusi moju radost u borbi za zivot iako mi on izmice, i svedocenju, do poslednje g casa, o zlu koje Henri Tjudor nanosi meni i mojima. "Ne!", vicem. "Ne! Ne! Ne"
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death
margaret-pole
philippa-gregory
intriguing
haunting
henry-viii
last-words
execution
dying
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Philippa Gregory |
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53dfda5
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It's not his friendship I miss,' Elizabeth said bluntly. 'It's him. The very person of him. His presence. I want his shadow on my wall, I want the smell of him. I can't eat without him, I can't do the business of the realm. I can't read a book without wanting his opinion, I can't hear a tune without wanting to sing it to him.
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queen-elizabeth-i
robert-dudley
henry-viii
queen-elizabeth
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Philippa Gregory |