“Aye, Claudia. You are mine, and I protect what is mine. Our children will never know the fear you have lived with all these years." He brushed his thumb across her lower lip. "In time I will make you forget… — Elizabeth Elliott Copy Share Image
“She looked again at Fitz Alan. He was bent over with his hands in the water as if to wash them, but he looked… — Elizabeth Elliott Copy Share Image
“He watched her watch him, a little surprised that she didn't seem distracted by the noisy procession. She held her hands clasped at her… — Elizabeth Elliott Copy Share Image
“He didn't go down to dinner at all that night, didn't eat, didn't drink, simply thought of his wife, trying to decide what to… — Elizabeth Elliott Copy Share Image
“Please," she whispered, her tears flowing unchecked. "Tell me what to say and I will say it gladly. If I have hurt your pride… — Elizabeth Elliott Copy Share Image
“A good hunter did not rush into a den of lions unprepared, and Dante was a very good hunter.” — Elizabeth Elliott Copy Share Image
“I like to touch you," Claudia said, in her soft, sultry voice. "There are times when I want so badly to touch you that… — Elizabeth Elliott Copy Share Image
“For the first time, he allowed himself to think of the day when they might part, of what would come of her. He could… — Elizabeth Elliott Copy Share Image
“...years since have proved to me over and over again that the heart set to do the Father’s will need never fear defeat. His… — Elizabeth Elliott Copy Share Image
“I must leave you, Claudia. 'Tis unlikely we will have another opportunity to speak alone again before tomorrow." His lips brushed against hers in… — Elizabeth Elliott Copy Share Image
“His expression was suddenly serious as the tip of his finger traced her lips. “I never understood why history is filled with stories of… — Elizabeth Elliott Copy Share Image
“There is also the fact that red and gold are my colors,” he went on. “They are the colors on my family’s banners and… — Elizabeth Elliott Copy Share Image
“Her smile turned to one of joy and something he could not quite define. “You really do love me.” “I do.” He couldn’t help… — Elizabeth Elliott Copy Share Image
