“The orchard where they stood was on higher ground than the farmhouse, which nestled like a white dove beneath hemlocks and the tall protecting elms. The fields, checkered by stone walls, undulated gently toward the sapphire strip of the distant… — Anya Seton Copy Share
“He was all sin and mystery, and Miranda feared the pleasures he offered as she feared the fires of hell. Yet when she succumbed… — Anya Seton Copy Share Image
“Miranda was shocked to hear Nicholas speak of slavery in glowing terms, as an efficient agricultural system. This wasn't the South! Yet as she surveyed her employer's strong dark profile in secret from beneath her long lashes, she was forced to conclude that the role of master suited Nicholas Van Ryn perfectly. Even when she closed her eyes, the impression… — Anya Seton Copy Share
I only know that from wherever it is that we're going there can be no turning back — Anya Seton Copy Share Image
“Elizabeth knew it was a fast day, but the rumbling in her belly was harder to ignore than the grumbling of the preacher.” — Anya Seton Copy Share Image
“Mistress Allen was only an ordinary provincial manor lady, bent on nothing more sinister than retrieving money of which she felt defrauded, and in… — Anya Seton Copy Share Image
“The orchard where they stood was on higher ground than the farmhouse, which nestled like a white dove beneath hemlocks and the tall protecting elms. The fields, checkered by stone walls, undulated gently toward the sapphire strip of the distant Sound. A late October haze, faintly lavender, filtered the clear air, and intensified the perfume of burning leaves. Maples on… — Anya Seton Copy Share
I am sure that no man asks mercy and grace with true meaning, but if mercy and grace have first been given him. — Anya Seton Copy Share Image
It is seldom in life that one knows that a coming event is to be of crucial importance. — Anya Seton Copy Share Image
“The knights were disgusted. They said that all that fiddle-faddle was well enough for saints, or might have been a thousand years ago, but… — Anya Seton Copy Share Image
There are many trails up the mountain, but in time they all reach the top. — Anya Seton Copy Share Image
“Presently comfort came to him, and he thought the she had always given him of her strength though he had never quite realised it until now. Glory had passed him by; fame too perhaps would not endure; it might well be that the incalculable goddess would decree ill fame as his due. Perhaps there might not be included in his… — Anya Seton Copy Share
“Her body consented willingly to all that her soul found most abhorrent. As Nicholas had promised, there was a hellish delight in knowing she… — Anya Seton Copy Share Image
