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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| eb69f62 | People make mistakes. Ideals don't. Think that's the first lesson that must be learned in any marriage. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 08bc5d9 | His nostrils flared just a little bit, and the lines bracketing his mouth grew deeper. He snarled with his beautiful, twisted lips and she thought, half on the edge of falling again, she thought he looked like a demon making love to her. A demon fighting for his life or light or possibly redemption. | passionate-love raphael-de-chartres | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| de9931a | I believe that you wanted to love Marie--that you're enamored by the idea of love--but that you have no concept what love is. I think that's what you're searching for in St. Giles--some source of emotion, some inkling of what human feeling really is. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 84b102f | Her brows had drawn together over those big eyes, in an expression that no doubt she thought stern, but that was, in reality, rather adorable. Like a small girl chiding a kitten. A streak of anger surged through him. She shouldn't be out by herself in the ruined garden. If he'd been another type of man--a brutal man, like the ones who'd run Bedlam--her dignity, perhaps even her life, might've been in danger. Didn't she have a husband, a bro.. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 53395a8 | The end of his vicious rant ended in a satisfying squawk as Apollo backhanded him. The other man staggered and fell on his arse. "No, don't hurt him!" Lily cried, and Apollo hated to think she cared for this man. "I won't," he assured her in a level tone. He stared at the sputtering rogue for a moment and made up his mind. "But neither will I... stand by while he... abuses you." So saying, he picked up the man and tossed him over his should.. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| f91752b | Apollo straddled the prone dandy and leaned down into his face, intimidating him as he'd dared to do to Lily. "Don't come... back until... you can talk... to her with a civil tongue." | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 1589c27 | She ducked her head, studying his fingers, spreading them against her own, comparing their lengths. His hand dwarfed hers. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| e2ffed5 | Nothing leveled a man quite like being unable to protect his woman. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| fbd1fda | His duchess caught the tip of her tongue between her teeth as she carefully poured warm water over his hair. Her lips were very pink. Plump, with a prominent Cupid's bow on the upper one. Her mouth gleamed softly with moisture. His eyelids dropped as he considered what he wanted to do with that mouth. She was working soap into his hair now with strong, slim fingers that massaged his scalp. He clenched his jaw to keep from groaning. She scr.. | iris-de-chartres | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 8fad503 | Temperance pursed her lips, her eyes firmly fixed on the growing mound of chopped turnip roots. "Do you think anyone really likes turnips?" "Temperance..." Temperance poked the tip of her knife into a white cube and held it up. "They are very filling, of course, but really, when was the last time you heard someone say, 'Oh, I'm so very fond of turnips'?" | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 2b2dc59 | show me the other horses, Captain Trevillion?" "Certainly." He limped forward to offer her his arm." | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| e840272 | What of all the men who made her what she is by associating with her?" she asked. "No one worries about the reputation of the men who patronize whores." "I can't believe you would speak of such things," he sputtered in outrage." | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 25576e0 | The earl slowly pivoted to face her, the crunching of his boots in the gravel drive loud in the stillness. They stood only a few feet distant. He took a step, his beautiful, heavy-lidded eyes intent on her face. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 401f9ab | I need you." He licked her bruised lip to soothe it. "I can't think straight without you. My world is all turned around, and I go through it in pain, wanting to hurt someone." | love-quotes | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| cb655bd | Of course I put a chain on him--he's recovering fast and he's quite muscular." He frowned on a thought. "You shouldn't be visiting him now that he can move about--he might grab you." She gave him an incredulous look. He grimaced. "I can find a suitable place for him, perhaps a room with a barred door--" "You mean a cage." "We've already discussed this: I'll not let a madman near you." | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 6b27156 | said her husband, sounding deeply pleased at something he'd read in his letter. "What?" Bridget sat up, inadvertently spilling several drops of honey on her breast. Sadly, she succumbed to her husband's fondness for nudity soon after their marriage. Valentine glanced up, but his gaze was immediately drawn to the honey slowly dripping down her breast. "Val..." Bridget moved to scoop the honey up with her finger. His hand darted out, catching.. | bridget-crumb true-love val-napier | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| e1ec719 | A giant black beast came rushing up to her, the sound of hoofbeats thundering in her ears. She cowered, waiting to be trampled, but instead strong arms reached down and seized her, sweeping her up. "I have you now, my Seraphine," growled the Duke of Montgomery in her ear. "Did you really think I wouldn't come for you?" | val-napier villain | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 14085fa | He smiled and pulled the ugly white fichu from her neck. She blinked and looked down at the simple, square neckline of her bodice as if she'd never seen it. Perhaps she hadn't. Perhaps she dressed in the dark like a nun. "What are you doing?" He sighed. "I confess, I find your naivete perplexing. have you arrived at the advanced age of six and twenty without having anyone attempt seduction upon yourself? I'm of two minds on the matter: On.. | bridget-and-val val-napier | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 9824682 | He closed his eyes. "I'm not like you." He laughed under his breath, but it wasn't happy sound. "You grew up in despreation and squalor, and yet you're able to hope and dream. I don't quite how you can, but I love you for it." He opened his black eyes, and she saw in them wonder and pain and vunerability. "You're much more courageous than I am, imp. I've had everything material handed to me on a golden platter, and yet I find it... difficul.. | Elizabeth Hoyt Duke of Pleasure | ||
| a2660bf | He paid scant attention to the conversation. He could smell his own sent on Anna's body, and it satisfied him in a primal way ... She gasped as he buried his nose in her maiden hair and inhaled. His scent was strongest here, in her gilded curls so soft and pretty in the morning light. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| de909d8 | The front door banged open at that moment to admit a disheveled James Fairchild. He was like a vision from Bedlam: his blond hair stood on end, and his neckcloth was missing. He looked wildly at Anna. "Rebecca?" At that moment, as if in answer from on high, there came the wavering wail of a newborn baby. James Fairchild's expression changed from frantic to dumbstruck. Without waiting for Anna's answer, he bounded up the stairs, taking the r.. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 3978477 | Val turned, still naked, still impossibly beautiful. Only the gore spattered on his belly, chest, and arm, marred his perfection. He walked toward her and she couldn't help it. She backed away from him. He smiled. Sweetly. Like a boy. The dagger still in his left hand. And caught her arm with his right hand. "This is who I am, Seraphine. Naked, with blade and blood. I am vengeance. I am hate. I am sin personified. Never mistake me for the .. | bridget-crumb mentally murder passionate-kiss val-napier violent yandere | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 1e0c6b4 | No, please don't apologize." She smiled, warmth spreading through her breast as she gathered her courage. Maybe this was the time. "I wanted the kiss just as much as you. As a matter of--" "I'm engaged." "What?" Anna recoiled as if he had struck her. "I'm engaged to be married." Edward grimaced as if in self-disgust or possibly pain. She stood frozen, struggling to comprehend the simple words. A numbness seeped throughout her body, driving .. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 6940f31 | Seraphine." The whisper in her dreams and Bridget whimpered and tried to bat it away. She needn't wake yet. It wasn't time to rise. She had hours still. A soft chuckle and the brush of something soft on her cheek. "I would never have guessed you were such a deep sleeper, my practical housekeeper." She had a terrible foreboding, an awful suspicion, even in her dreams, and she fought valiantly through the sluggish waves. Bridget opened her ey.. | val-napier waking-up | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 10d25d9 | Her gaze dropped to the right side of his mouth, to the corner of his lip that was permanently pulled into a slight snarl by the edge of the angry scar, and then to the other side of his mouth, to the sensuous curve of his lips. She raised her hand, reaching out to touch that perfect curl. She stilled, her hand hovering, as the sunlight glinted off the ruby ring on her finger. It was a pretty little ring, delicate and made for a woman. In a.. | raphael-de-chartres ring scar | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 1f7cd4f | Then he began plucking the pins from her hair, carefully, without touching her anywhere else, and Eve began to wonder if 'hair' could possibly be erotic. She found herself holding her breath, listening to his deep, even exhalations as he worked, her hair loosening and beginning to slide. It fell all at once, uncoiling heavily over her shoulders. She turned her head to look at him, suddenly shy. He was staring at her hair. "It's beautiful," .. | eve-and-asa hair lily-of-the-valley poet | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| f8cdf08 | I'd take her to the top of the widow's tower at Ainsdale Castle, late at night, and we'd watch the moon rise. The widow's tower was very high but she wasn't afraid. Sometimes I'd steal a pie from the kitchens and we'd picnic up there. I brought up a blanket, too, so she wouldn't have to sit on the bare stone floor." Mrs. Crumb made an aborted movement, as if she'd meant to turn to face him and then changed her mind. He let the wineglass dan.. | childhood-memory eve-dinwoody moon rabbit val-napier | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 9b75dd9 | For a moment she stared at him, panting, breathless and wordless, it seemed, with rage. He'd had no idea she would respond to his capture of her queen so violently. It was rather arousing. | bridget-crumb rage unexpected val-napier | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 7aaa177 | And Dirk van Dyck the Dutchman realized that he never had been, and never would be, as proud of any child as he was of his elegant little Indian daughter at that moment. | Edward Rutherfurd | ||
| b90c57d | Slowly the silent bird turned its head. It could do so, if it chose, through more than three hundred and sixty degrees. | Edward Rutherfurd | ||
| cc3f0b0 | These are graven images - idolatry. A sin." He knew it was true. This was a love of worldly beauty utterly at odds with all he knew to be Puritan and holy." -- | Edward Rutherfurd | ||
| 801e69d | That was the trouble with being too highly born, Finbarr considered. The gods paid too much attention to you. It was ever thus in the Celtic world. Ravens would fly over the house to announce the death of a clan chief, swans would desert the lake. A king's bad judgement could affect the weather. And if you were a prince, the druids made prophesies about you from before the day you were born; and after that, there was no escape. | Edward Rutherfurd | ||
| 803366a | No one there could possibly have missed its significance. No church in England had ever been disgraced with such a thing. From the shape of the dome, the Corinthian columns - every detail had suddenly fallen into place - this was clearly, if not a copy, then the very brother of that infamous dome that hung over what every Puritan knew was the great house of iniquity itself. "Dear Lord!" he cried. "It's just like St Peter's - at the Vatican... | Edward Rutherfurd | ||
| a46ce8f | Unfortunately he's just sold all his stock. We gave him the funds today." "Sold everything?" "I tried to persuade him not to, but he came in on Monday and said he'd decided not to tempt fate." The clerk smiled. "Said he'd had a sign from St. Anthony." | Edward Rutherfurd | ||
| 5ae8bc6 | The great festival of Lughnasa was held at Carmun once every three years. The site of Carmun was eerie. In a land of wild forest and bog, it was an open grassy space that stretched, green and empty, halfway to the horizon. Lying some distance west of the point where, if you were following it upstream, the Liffey's course began to retreat eastwards on the way to its source in the Wicklow Mountains, the place was absolutely flat, except for s.. | Edward Rutherfurd | ||
| 5152e21 | They say that people should be free to do as they like. That's what I think. But if they start preaching at me, they can go to hell. | Edward Rutherfurd | ||
| a1a0b3e | An unexpected guest, enjoying such lavish hospitality, should expect to sing for his supper. | Edward Rutherfurd | ||
| eec4a98 | It was evident that Madame Restell not only liked to do as she pleased, but to talk about it as well. | Edward Rutherfurd | ||
| da1e180 | Don't you know there's another bubble as well? An expectations bubble. Bigger houses, private planes, yachts... stupid salaries and bonuses. People come to desire these things and expect them. But the expectations bubble will burst as well, as all bubbles do. | desire economics economics-philosophy expectations money-versus-happiness need-versus-want | Edward Rutherfurd | |
| 547193e | You believe it?" "A man should always believe his wife, sir." | Edward Rutherfurd | ||
| 7ac6e5d | Only one thing, in those years, drew from her a cry of fury. This was the publication, in 1563, of a single, stout book. It was known as Foxe's Book of Martyrs; and it was an astonishing feat of propaganda. For this book, carefully written to evoke every man's pity and rage, described in detail the martyrs of England - by which it meant those Protestants who had perished under Bloody Mary. Of the Catholics who had suffered martyrdom before .. | Edward Rutherfurd | ||
| d13f958 | The old man had smiled kindly. "It is in their nature, child. God has made woman the weaker vessel." It was an old belief, dating back to St Paul himself. "It is man who is made in God's image, my child. Man's seed produces his perfect likeness. Woman, being only the container in which the seed matures, is therefore inferior. She may still reach heaven, but, being inferior, it is harder." | Edward Rutherfurd | ||
| a874526 | Doesn't private vice make a man unworthy of public office?" And now kindly Mrs. Albion looked at Mercy with genuine astonishment. "Well," she laughed, "if it did, there'd be no one to govern the land." | Edward Rutherfurd | ||
| 625a2b5 | Aunque tuvo otros pretendientes, nunca encontro a ninguno que le interesara. --Su padre se encogio de hombros--. Es una mujer atractiva, pero demasiado independiente>>. Marc | Edward Rutherfurd |