It was just like him, she thought; with him, a happy ending was always a foregone conclusion. But such was the power of his faith that when she was with him; she found herself believing in happy endings, too. — Sharon Kay Penman Copy Share Image
“Outside, the sky was clear, stars gleaming in its ebony vastness like celestial fireflies. It was bitterly cold, and Hywel's every breath trailed after… — Sharon Kay Penman Copy Share Image
“He'd never seen one so vibrant, though, or so vividly compelling... those glowing green eyes sparkling with sunlight and curiosity and silent laughter, and… — Sharon Kay Penman Copy Share Image
“We've schemed and fought and loved until we are so entangled in hearts and minds that there is no way to set us free.… — Sharon Kay Penman Copy Share Image
“You seem to forget, Dickon, that we are dealing with the Spider King. Louis realized, just as you have, that it would take more… — Sharon Kay Penman Copy Share Image
“I asked Simon if he’d ever feared that all our struggles, all our suffering might be in vain. Not a priest’s question, and he… — Sharon Kay Penman Copy Share Image
In writing my historical novels, I have to rely upon my imagination to a great extent. I think of it as 'filling in the… — Sharon Kay Penman Copy Share Image
“I once came upon a definition of history as ‘the process by which complex truths are transformed into simplified falsehoods’. That is particularly true… — Sharon Kay Penman Copy Share Image
My novels about medieval Wales were set in unexplored terrain; my readers did not know what lay around every bend in the road. — Sharon Kay Penman Copy Share Image
“Otherwise, I’d like nothing better than…conversing with you. You’re such a deep, penetrating conversationalist, after all,” — Sharon Kay Penman Copy Share Image
“Richard grinned, very pleased with himself for having found a way to honor his mother, thwart his father, and serve God, while having a… — Sharon Kay Penman Copy Share Image
I was actually born in New York City, but my family moved to Atlantic City when I was five, this being my dad's home… — Sharon Kay Penman Copy Share Image
