Leave the bragging for the idiots, she had decided. And…

“You speak without regard to your debt." "You speak with jealousy," Lorelei said. "I recommend you stop speaking at all now.”

— Emory Sharplin

“Grandfather Razini stole it from a port in Newsensefords a couple of years ago." She raised her brows."How do you steal a boat?" "I…

— Emory Sharplin

“I haven't decided yet if you're witty or clueless." "All of the above," Napier answered. "Unless charming is an option, of course.”

— Emory Sharplin

“I think love and hate intertwine far too much for humanity's own good, yet we choose to compare them like vinegar and water.”

— Emory Sharplin

“I began with absolutely nothing, and I'm so good, I've still got most of it left!”

— Emory Sharplin

“Napier surfaced next to her and propped his arms on the ledge. "I meant to ask - can you swim?" "No," she said through…

— Emory Sharplin

“She's the princess, Colt!" Addie grabbed his arm. "She's just like we imagined, isn't she?" Napier hopped down to inspect the wound. "You imagined…

— Emory Sharplin

“A GIRL WAS BORN FROM DARKNESS, AND SHONE JUST LIKE THE SUN. SHE ROSE TO FOOL THE HEARTLESS, BUT GAVE HER LOVE TO NONE.…

— Emory Sharplin

“Tucker met his eyes and set her hand in his. "I've never met a gypsy before." "I'm honoured to be your first." He kissed…

— Emory Sharplin

“You couldn't hit the broad side of a barn if it was staring you in the face.”

— Emory Sharplin

“They will base that judgment on whatever the status of your escort and manners are." "Escort and manners?" Tucker scoffed. "What good are manners?…

— Emory Sharplin

“Napier grinned. "I'm flattered." "I'm sure you are," Colt said. "You've always been optimistic in your interpretations.”

— Emory Sharplin

“The art of flexibility?" "A most valuable talent," Napier grinned. "Most valuable indeed." Tucker turned back around in the saddle, having the good sense…

— Emory Sharplin

“You could always count on serendipity to keep things interesting.”

— Emory Sharplin

“Don't you own a pair of riding pants?" Tucker shook her head, wondering how fast horses were. Lorelei shot her sister a harsh glare.…

— Emory Sharplin