“Good Gad! It looks like the last act of Hamlet in here. Turnip banged his head against his clenched fists, making inarticulate moaning noises. Pinchingdale gave him an odd look. 'I had no idea you felt so strongly about the… — Lauren Willig Copy Share Image
“This was what the poets couldn't put in their poetry, she thought dumbly, the rush of desire so fierce and pure it made one… — Lauren Willig Copy Share Image
It was lovely to see cynicism in one so young. It positively restored his faith in human nature. — Lauren Willig Copy Share Image
“That's a good point, I suppose,' he said in that way people have when you've just said something that's so off the mark it… — Lauren Willig Copy Share Image
“Such kindness wasn't a gift but a goad, scraping against one's skin like a yoke of thorns. She would have preferred him stiff, defensive,… — Lauren Willig Copy Share Image
“He admired her for throwing off her aristocratic shackles -- his terms, that -- and making her own way in the world. He didn't… — Lauren Willig Copy Share Image
“From far across the sea I come, Through fire, frost,and blazing sun, That you might, with your own fair hand, Enjoy the bounties of… — Lauren Willig Copy Share Image
Hard to believe that so nearby, just across the Channel, such atrocities could still occur in their supposedly civilized world, that one could wake… — Lauren Willig Copy Share Image
“Her eyes were as hard and bright as stars. Not the pretty sort that poets mooned about, but the kind that made men's destinies.” — Lauren Willig Copy Share Image
“I’m not your gilded prince with the gilded chairs, Letty,” Geoff said simply. “I couldn’t be if I tried.” “I wouldn’t want you to… — Lauren Willig Copy Share Image
“After an initial startled gasp, his intended bride dissolved into his arms, returning his kiss with more fervor than she had ever shown before.… — Lauren Willig Copy Share Image
Patience is only a virtue when there is something worth waiting for. — Lauren Willig Copy Share Image
“Inside, the festivities would continue, probably well into the night, with flirtation and merriment and gratuitous use of mistletoe. It was an inexpressibly wearying… — Lauren Willig Copy Share Image
