“Caine was a murderer. A liar. A cad. A skulker in shadows and a heartless wretch. What sort of woman or God… — V.S. Carnes Copy Share Image
“He heard the voice that had called to him in dreams, had saved him from the sands and from following his brother… — V.S. Carnes Copy Share Image
“Kas was right: a woman could destroy a man. This one could do so, simply by knowing his name. She could do… — V.S. Carnes Copy Share Image
“Looking back at him was a man who was battered and broken. And alive, for the first time in his life.” — V.S. Carnes Copy Share Image
“Oh, Lord, why was she doomed to adore a man steeped in blindness and utter stupidity?” — V.S. Carnes Copy Share Image
“This man was no servant. She looked up at him in acute agitation and knew: this man was now her master.” — V.S. Carnes Copy Share Image
“He smelled the salt on his own lips and the orange blossoms in her hair. Real ones, he could see now, tucked… — V.S. Carnes Copy Share Image
“Caine usually woke from the recurring dream mid-air, having yet to be dashed upon the rocks, whimpering and panting like a child… — V.S. Carnes Copy Share Image
“She was a little thing, too, inciting that basic compulsion in him as a man to protect her in so hectic a… — V.S. Carnes Copy Share Image
“She wondered how a man could look into a woman’s eyes and lie so completely, so convincingly. She wondered how he could… — V.S. Carnes Copy Share Image
“A hand stole around her mouth, silencing her, then his lips parting her tumbled hair: “The walls have ears.” She blinked, and… — V.S. Carnes Copy Share Image
“What she knew was sand and wind and innumerable stars. The rumble in a camel’s throat as it swayed over shifting dunes,… — V.S. Carnes Copy Share Image
“She was an extension of his dreams. A sprinkling of magic dust, of unfeasible wishes, on his stable existence. The one thing-the… — V.S. Carnes Copy Share Image
“He watched her for her reaction, or possibly watched her just to watch, his eyes hooded by his lashes and his mouth… — V.S. Carnes Copy Share Image
“Therefore, she hummed the provincial lullaby she had learned from the officers’ children in the English Quarter of Jerusalem, and watched in… — V.S. Carnes Copy Share Image
“I’ve crossed a world of sand and tears in search of you. I love you. I’ve done nothing in my life worth… — V.S. Carnes Copy Share Image
“Kent had begun sleeping with his good eye open, for he knew the mark of sedition when he saw it. Even partway… — V.S. Carnes Copy Share Image
“They were literally inches from being buried alive in this place, millions of miles from home or any sort of civilization, where… — V.S. Carnes Copy Share Image
“It was a question of insurmountable proportions. A single word that held every fear he had ever had-and every wish he had… — V.S. Carnes Copy Share Image
“His head snapped sharply aside to collide with his own aching shoulder. The hulking brute he had heard referred to as Abdullah… — V.S. Carnes Copy Share Image
“Just say, dakhilak.” Without hesitation, “Dakhilak.” He nodded. Her accent was getting no better. “Now, you can never take it back.” “Well, what does… — V.S. Carnes Copy Share Image
“She was a little thing, too, inciting that basic compulsion in him as a man to protect her in so hectic a place as… — V.S. Carnes Copy Share Image
“What she knew was sand and wind and innumerable stars. The rumble in a camel’s throat as it swayed over shifting dunes, its trappings… — V.S. Carnes Copy Share Image
“He squinted at her. He recalled the tears in her eyes that had not fallen into her teacup. No, it wasn’t a revelation. Not… — V.S. Carnes Copy Share Image
“He felt, rather than saw, her chin lift toward him. But instead of pulling her hand from his grip and turning away, she tightened… — V.S. Carnes Copy Share Image
“Somehow, I did not finger you for a treasure-hunter.” “Oh, but I am,” without shame. “Her name is Titianni Aziz.” — V.S. Carnes Copy Share Image
“La mu’axsa, but I think I’ll just keep sliding down this greased pole to hell?” — V.S. Carnes Copy Share Image
“There will always be another war, Gillia.” He allowed his cynicism to seep through. “Do you know why? Because there will always be bigots… — V.S. Carnes Copy Share Image
“It came as naturally to him as breathing or lying, or worse. His mama had only taught her son to be cautious at all… — V.S. Carnes Copy Share Image
“She wondered how a man could look into a woman’s eyes and lie so completely, so convincingly. She wondered how he could have looked… — V.S. Carnes Copy Share Image
“When silence greeted her question, she looked at Caine—for that was how he saw himself in that moment and in all the moments after:… — V.S. Carnes Copy Share Image
“And what was to become of what he had taken from her? He had dashed her heart to the ground and danced on it… — V.S. Carnes Copy Share Image
