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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 7028ba8 | She managed to finger-comb her hair into some kind of order, though it was a little too punk for her peace of mind. Not that she'd ever minded looking punk; in fact, the cut had been designed for that effect. But right now Reno was punk enough for both of them. | Anne Stuart | ||
| 22ca3e8 | Betrayal was the name of the game--to get what he'd have, to use every weapon in his arsenal | Anne Stuart | ||
| fef5726 | He reached up for his elegant neck cloth and began to unfasten it, and she watched his long, pale, bejeweled fingers in something of a daze. He pulled the cloth free, his shirt coming open, and she averted her gaze from the disturbing sight of his bare chest. She heard his laugh, and then his hands were on her once more, catching her shoulders and turning her around. "Don't worry, my pet. You won't be seeing anything that might shock you." .. | dark-king francis-rohan | Anne Stuart | |
| b441b0f | Your holiness!" She raised her voice, forcing herself to sound tearful and supplicatory. "If we are to die, would you let me kiss him one last time?" She half expected Taka to react to her uncharacteristic behavior, but he didn't move, didn't look at her. He was kneeling in the frozen dirt beside her, every inch of him alert, and she was probably the least of his concerns. "You want to kiss the man who tried to kill you? You are a very fool.. | Anne Stuart | ||
| 0dfb8b8 | She looked away, meeting Taka's dark, pitiless gaze. Silently, he mouthed something unbelievable. She was sure it was, "I love you." | Anne Stuart | ||
| 90869cb | He'd reached the door, then stopped for a moment, looking back at Elinor, staring at her. "Master Francis..." Mrs. Clarke said in a warning tone. "I just wanted to take a last glance at her exquisite feet before you covered them up again. It might be a while before I see them again." "It will be never," Elinor said, crossing her arms over her chest. "Don't count on it, my pet. Whatever scurrilous lies Mrs. Clarke spreads about my so-called .. | Anne Stuart | ||
| 35edbcf | If she simply stayed in the country she would never have to see him again. Viscount Rohan was notoriously unmoved by the countryside, avoiding it at all costs. If she could just convince Lina to remove to her Dorset estate then soon or later Rohan would go abroad, and maybe he'd fall off a mountain or marry a Chinese princess or be eaten by a tiger. | Anne Stuart | ||
| 71d2db5 | They had known each other for many years. Young Jacob had found his way onto a ship borne for the tropics, indentured to a pair of wealthy male planters, and he'd run away, ending up at the decaying ruins of La Briere, the plantation house of the de Malheurs. Lucien had been living there alone, the only survivor of a virulent outbreak of cholera, and the two young men, barely more than boys, had bonded together, determined to escape. | Anne Stuart | ||
| 0a21784 | Voglio toccarti, scoprire il tuo corpo, imparare come sei fatto, di cosa hai bisogno. Voglio renderti pazzo di desiderio come lo sono io. Voglio te, tutto quello che puoi darmi, tutto quello che io posso darti, e voglio che questa notte duri per sempre. Sei in grado di darmi tutto questo? | Anne Stuart | ||
| 314eef1 | One of the footmen appeared, with Willis, his servant from a lifetime ago, on the other side of what was undoubtedly female and undoubtedly not one of the prostitutes imported from the city. This going to be entertaining. He leaned back in his chair and gestured them closer, waiting as they approached, waiting as Reading stood in the background watching him. "What have we got here, Willis?" he asked in his mildest voice. It was too much t.. | elinor-harriman | Anne Stuart | |
| 0c2dfe1 | The child in the middle of the room was glaring at him, for child she was, no matter what her advanced years. She was a virgin, untouched, unkissed, innocent and angry, and he was prepared to enjoy himself immensely. "So tell me, little one. What really brought you here?" | virgin young-woman | Anne Stuart | |
| cf81fb1 | And of course she had no idea what the actual member itself looked like, apart from the sisters' surreptitious and intense study of the Elgin Marbles. If it were rather like a piece of liver in texture then it might do well with bacon. That was when she realized the appalling absurdity of what she was doing, coming up with a menu for raw . . . raw cock, that's what the stable lads had called it. | Anne Stuart | ||
| 19a5110 | The King of Hell was everything they said he was, both less and more. He was reputed to have the ability to seduce an abbess or the pope himself, and she could see why. It wasn't his physical beauty, which was considerable. He had dark blue eyes behind a fringe of ridiculously long lashes, pale, beautiful skin, the kind of mouth that could bring despair and delight- and what the hell was she doing, thinking about such things? He looked youn.. | francis-rohan masculine-beauty seducer | Anne Stuart | |
| 56212d1 | At least it was dark. His eyes drifted down over her body, the ripe curves in the moonlight, and a dreamy expression crossed his face, just before he leaned forward and put his mouth against the side of her neck, tasting her hammering pulse. | Anne Stuart | ||
| 1eb6a87 | He half expected another argument. A struggle of some sort. Again, a surprise. She made that soft, hungry sound that had already emblazoned itself in his senses, she put her hands on his shoulders, and she kissed him back, her tongue sliding against his. | Anne Stuart | ||
| f216725 | Sometimes the pain in her heart made her feel too terrified to go on. Sometimes it made her want to drop to her knees. But then she would remember that she had a plan. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 089ebdf | He felt a wonderful certainty. The impossible, he thought, the impossible is about to happen again. | magic | Kate DiCamillo | |
| f5b3ca0 | He'll be dead soon. He can't live', said the father. But reader, he did live. This is the story. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| fee3422 | THE DAYS PASSED. THE SUN ROSE and set and rose and set again and again. Sometimes the | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| d4e6744 | She had on a spangled top that sparkled like fish scales. Her hair was very yellow. She looked like a mermaid in a bad mood. (p. 82 RAYMIE NIGHTINGALE) | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 83bb074 | Quest. Say it, reader. Say the word "quest" lout loud. It is an extraordinary word, isn't it? So small and yet so full of wonder, so full of hope." | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| b30f6af | Louisiana stood up again. She was holding Bunny close to her chest. She faced forward. 'Go faster,' she said. 'Are you kidding?' said Beverly. 'Who do you think you are? Some kind of queen? We're pushing as hard as we can. This grocery cart is worthless. It's like the wheels aren't even wheels. It's like they're squares or something. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 602e1a0 | Listen, said Beverly. Let me tell you something. There is no Very Friendly Animal Center. That cat is long gone. | loss pets | Kate DiCamillo | |
| 791c80b | though Peter. 'Eat,' said Leo Matienne again, very gently. Peter looked the truth of what he had lost full in the face. And then he ate. | family food grief loss | Kate DiCamillo | |
| 0ff003a | you got to remember, you can't always judge people by the things they done. You got to judge them by what they are doing now. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| fac99d4 | absolutely | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| cceb242 | But perhaps you do not understand. I was crippled, crippled by an elephant that came through the roof - Madam LaVaughn | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| f10a592 | He allowed his brother to lead him to his fate. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| f80118b | You can't always judge people by the things they done. You got to judge them by what they're doing now. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 07a66a6 | Stall! Delay! Obfuscate! "Let's," said Flora." | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| f8831c3 | How many times, Edward wondered, would he have to leave without getting the chance to say goodbye? | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 5cc8beb | loved | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 1066e9a | I believe, sometimes, that the whole world has an aching heart | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| ed4d43c | Beware of the brokenhearted," said the grandmother, "for they will lead you astray." | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 89be8e3 | sight | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 6273e4b | At the last moment, Antoinette came out of her faint and shouted one word to her child. That word, reader, was adieu... Adieu is the French word for farewell. | inspirational writing-from-the-heart | Kate DiCamillo | |
| 27a800d | To have someone get out of bed and bring you little fishes and sit with you as you eat them in the dark of night. To hum to you. This is love. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 9e3f3f5 | the story of an unlikely hero | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 08d1eab | And perhaps what matters when all is said and done is not who puts us down but who picks us up. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| e910722 | Reader, you may ask this question; in fact, you must ask this question: Is it ridiculous for a very small, sickly, big-eared mouse to fall in love with a beautiful human princess named Pea? The answer, is...yes. Of course, it's ridiculous. Love is ridiculous. But love is also wonderful. And powerful. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| a711204 | If every babe who cried were still alive, well, then, the world would be a very crowded place, indeed. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 5ea168d | There are those hearts, reader, that never mend again once they are broken. Or if they do mend, they heal themselves in a crooked and lopsided way, as if sewn together by a careless craftsman. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 65cef12 | I ask you, why is it so hard to stay away from the euphemisms? They creep in, always, and attempt to make the difficult things more pleasing. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| ff2745d | know to be a safe port in a storm?" Flora suddenly remembered her dream, how warm William Spiver's hand had felt in her own. She blushed. Whom did she trust? Good grief, she trusted William Spiver." | Kate DiCamillo |