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d4b8b9e
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"Wizard Howl," said Wizard Suliman. "I must apologize for trying to bite you so often. In the normal way, I wouldn't dream of setting teeth in a fellow countryman."
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wales
welsh
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Diana Wynne Jones |
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1ea80b4
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She even learnt the language of a strange country which Senior Cosetti had been told some people believed still existed, although no-one in the world could say where it was. The name of this country was Wales.
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wales
welsh
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Susanna Clarke |
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c5058a8
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During the day, memories could be held at bay, but at night, dreams became the devil's own accomplices.
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memories
princes
wales
nightmares
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Sharon Kay Penman |
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bed2704
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Here, are the stiffening hills, here, the rich cargo Congealed in the dark arteries, Old veins That hold Glamorgan's blood. The midnight miner in the secret seams, Limb, life, and bread. -
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coal
coal-miner
glamorgan
miners
mining
rhondda
the-land
hills
wales
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Mervyn Peake |
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3f34ef3
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Did you know, ji,' Zulu offered, 'that the map of Tolkien's Middle earth fits quite well over central England and Wales? Maybe all fairylands are right here, in our midst.
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tolkien
fairytale
wales
england
lord-of-the-rings
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Salman Rushdie |
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5973379
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Knowing this was the same man from last night now clad again in his hunky knightly armor was a strange aphrodisiac. Yeah, a hot look, no denying.
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knight-romance
normans
medieval-romance
time-travel-romance
knight
wales
historical-romance
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Angela Quarles |
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5ff4d7e
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This was raw. This was primal. This was real.
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medieval-romance
knight
wales
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Angela Quarles |
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333cc9f
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You will be the death of me, woman.
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medieval-romance
time-travel-romance
knight
wales
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Angela Quarles |
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7e1217b
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"She straightened and crossed her arms. "I can't sleep with you," she blurted. ... "As you please." "As you please?" She stepped back, the rough wood of the bench bumping her upper calf. She'd braced herself for a battle and now felt oddly deflated. "You aren't going to try to talk me into it?" "I need not talk women into lying with me."
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knightly-romance
medieval-romance
time-travel-romance
norman
knight
wales
welsh
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Angela Quarles |
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76c07ac
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"Tonight," he said, "we shall get quietly and thoroughly drunk...in memory of all that was lost. And on the morrow, I begin the struggle to win it back."
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struggles
wales
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Sharon Kay Penman |
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8017097
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So I went to bed, full, happy, and caring nothing for all the hurt of all the englished Welshmen that ever festered upon a proud land
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funny
wales
welsh
english
hiraeth
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Richard Llewellyn |
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1db64e4
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The pulse visible in the pale column of her neck vibrated faster, her intoxicating scent washed over him, and he was dizzy with lust. Even through his mail and gambeson, he could feel her womanly curves crushed against his hard chest. He uncurled his fingers from her throat and ran the tough leather of his palm's mitten along her neck and to the enticing curve of her shoulder. He nudged her mantle an inch, exposing skin. He cursed that his hand was covered in mail. How long had he wanted to taste, to touch her precious skin? Unable to resist, he bent and, with his tongue, touched, tasted the heat of the skin on her collarbone. Oh, Christ, she was lovely. She shivered, and satisfaction roared through him.
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medieval-time-travel-romance
knight
wales
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Angela Quarles |
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0ef8a8a
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He grinned: he'd turned in time to witness her delicate white shoulders dip below the water's surface. Thankfully, she quickly completed her morning's ablutions and made a shooing motion with her hands. Back turned again, he waited for her to dress, all the while telling his privy counselor to cease its repeated suggestions.
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medieval-knight
medieval-romance
time-travel-romance
wales
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Angela Quarles |
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4d2b4a1
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His heat, his erotic pull--she could feel it. A weird, pulsing, virtual pull tugging at her skin, her nerve endings. Made her want to...touch. Made her want. The more she resisted the urge, the stronger it became. It would be a relief, really. To just...touch. One little touch. Just one.
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medieval-time-travel-romance
knight
wales
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Angela Quarles |
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662cdff
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"Here, sleep with your back against me. I shall protect you better this way." She nodded, shuffled closer, and leaned back against him. Her unique womanly scent washed over him, and he fortified his resolve, though having her so close on a bed of furs fired his blood. She dragged her fur up, and he draped his extra across, tucking it in around her shoulders and arms. "I do not fancy having one of them lying next to you. Besides, I wish not for your pinkie to wander."
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medieval-romance
time-travel-romance
knight
wales
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Angela Quarles |
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4cf8c99
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He dragged his lips up the soft skin of her neck and gently nipped her ear lobe, sipping on the soft flesh. Her hands splayed against his chest. Expecting a shove, his senses careened when her fingers fisted his surcoat. Their ragged breath overloud in the forest, he eased his face away, nose rubbing against her jaw on his retreat, and sought her eyes. Hers darkened and--Lord help him--held no censure, only interest. He stepped back.
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chainmail
historical-time-travel-romance
medieval-time-travel-romance
knight
wales
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Angela Quarles |
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e1c429d
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Her pinkie took matters into its own, er, pinkie, and moved oh-so-slightly, grazing his skin. His pinkie, judging by the shape and texture. Blood rushed and pounded through her veins, flushing her skin. This could not, in any way, be explained as an accidental touch. But he could feign sleep if he wasn't interested. Did she want him to do that? What was she doing? She commanded her pinkie to drop, and thankfully, it obeyed. A jolt shot through her as his finger made a query, and the need clarified. The need represented her desire for some measure of control. Control over her general situation. Control over her attraction. She answered with a gentle finger stroke along his calloused, warm skin. A sharp breath pierced the dark air.
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medieval-romance
time-travel-romance
knight
wales
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Angela Quarles |
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98c3141
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He leaned his head against the rock. Christ, when was the last time he'd seen the humor in life? And now, of all places, in an enemy camp, with a strange woman who made him burn. Burn with desire. Burn with need. A desire and need not only for her and her body, but for something he couldn't quite name.
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medieval-romance
time-travel-romance
norman
knight
wales
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Angela Quarles |
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e59944f
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His warm breath, smelling of clean spice, stroked her cheek and ear. A thrilling shiver coursed over her, the wound on her arm only a minor sting. Then his lips--those full, sensuous lips--grazed her jaw and the soft spot behind her ear, the hairs of his beard brushing her sensitive skin. Her shivers locked her muscles tight. A bolt of tantalizing heat shot down her center. He leveraged closer, all that warrior brawn pressing hard against her side, linen rasping over skin, an exquisite feeling. Yes. This.
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medieval-knight
medieval-romance
wales
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Angela Quarles |
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dea3b66
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"She led them to their pallets, again encircled by other pallets. She sat down, sighing at her aching muscles, and caught his gaze. "You may, er, wrap your arms around me if that will make you feel I am safer." He chuckled--a hoarse chuckle, rusty, but a chuckle nonetheless. She'd take it. "May I indeed?" He lay beside her and pulled her back against him, settling her head on his arm, bunching the other hide up to use as a pillow. "If I must." His warm sigh tickled across her neck. "After all, I must ensure that pinkie does not wander." Would Robert never let her forget that?"
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knightly-romance
medieval-romance
time-travel-romance
norman
knight
wales
welsh
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Angela Quarles |
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6acc447
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"She needed a distraction. "Was that your mother?" The splashing stopped. "Are you going to converse while I bathe?" "Why not?" "Feels rather unseemly." She laughed, picturing him sitting there, shocked and indignant. "We're supposed to be married, right?" "You have a point, however I would rather not discuss her right now." "I think you're evading me." "Mayhap. Is it working?"
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medieval-romance
romance-with-a-knight
time-travel-romance
norman
wales
welsh
historical-romance
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Angela Quarles |
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a503b59
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...what an unfair advantage the dead had over the living, for there could be no rebuttal, no denial, nothing but the accusing silence of the grave.
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silence
wales
graves
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Sharon Kay Penman |