“Is there any finer phrase in the English language than Midsummer Day? There are no words to touch it for conjuring. It is the beginning of blooming roses and ripening corn, of days that stretch on, reaching for midnight until… — Deanna Raybourn Copy Share Image
Life is too uncertain... You must seize happiness where you find it. — Deanna Raybourn Copy Share Image
“I never thought to meet a true romantic in the wilds of Africa of all places.” Ryder gestured expansively. “Why not? Africa is the… — Deanna Raybourn Copy Share Image
I hesitated for all the right reasons. And I accepted for all the wrong ones. — Deanna Raybourn Copy Share Image
“He slid his arms around her. “Is that how you fixed us together? Magic potions in my evening whisky?” She put her hands into… — Deanna Raybourn Copy Share Image
“I can bear anything as long as I can have a bit of a laugh,” she told herself as she hurried down the street. She walked on, drawing in great deep breaths of the crisp, damp air. She walked all the way to Kensington Gardens and turned in to walk beside the Long Water. She hadn’t intended to go there,… — Deanna Raybourn Copy Share
One is not born English without knowing how to converse easily about the weather. — Deanna Raybourn Copy Share Image
“Men, I had often observed, were never happier than when they believed they were imparting wisdom.” — Deanna Raybourn Copy Share Image
“I think people are much the same wherever you go. Some of them good, some of them clever, and some of them with the… — Deanna Raybourn Copy Share Image
“Brisbane put one in mind of wolves and lithe jungle cats, while Edward conjured images of seraphim and slim young saints. It required an… — Deanna Raybourn Copy Share Image
“I had a vision of you, the first time I stepped into Grey House, the night Edward died. That was why I kept staring at you while he lay on the bed, convulsing between us. I had seen you standing before me, your hand in mine. I could not hear what was said between us, but there was a sense… — Deanna Raybourn Copy Share
If you were a man, your ladyship, I would cordially horsewhip you for that remark. — Deanna Raybourn Copy Share Image
“Africa is a land of dreams and memories. It is rifts of remembrance stitched together with the sighs of time.” — Deanna Raybourn Copy Share Image
