“It is considered an honor to be…plucked from the crowd, so to speak. There are fine families in the district who have lived here for generations, none of whom have been so favored with the duke’s attention. Yet I wonder… — Shana Abe Copy Share Image
“I hate it here. I hate everyone here. I hate that I am so different. I love it here and I want to belong… — Shana Abe Copy Share Image
“How good to see you, Miss Jones.” That debonair tone, the friendly press of his hand upon mine. It was such a contrast to… — Shana Abe Copy Share Image
“You’re naught but a human man. You couldn’t possibly understand.” He lifted a brow, still smiling. “Liar.” “Cutpurse.” “Runaway.” “Swindler! “Coward,” he said softly,… — Shana Abe Copy Share Image
“He had a swift and utterly lucid vision of himself in this position in thirty-odd years. Loathsome tea, hot steam, silver spoon, and fifty-year-old… — Shana Abe Copy Share Image
“Why do you want to know?” The shrug again. “Just wondering.” “Really. You’ve skipped your lawn tennis or duck hunting or whiskey drinking or… — Shana Abe Copy Share Image
“She was too compelling to look at directly. Bright like the sun, bright and terrible. Only one other being could look upon her, and… — Shana Abe Copy Share Image
“You said I was pretty, before." "Did I?" A new laugh escaped him, mirthless. "How unoriginal. I must be the master of understatement. I… — Shana Abé Copy Share Image
“I thought that ground fire couldn’t reach the zeppelins,” I said. “I thought that guns on the ground didn’t have the range.” “Eleanore. Do… — Shana Abe Copy Share Image
“Something inside his chest unlocked--wildly, slowly, a peculiar sort of melting. He was lost. He was the thorn and the thistle, blown upon her… — Shana Abé Copy Share Image
“Right,” I said once more, because it sounded firm, and because Armand’s brittle desolation was beginning to eat at me. None of this, after… — Shana Abe Copy Share Image
“She did what she could for him. She kissed him in return. She lost her breath and both her hearts, and finally Turned to… — Shana Abé Copy Share Image
“Your Royal Grace, Forgive my boldness. If I might inquire: How old are you? —Kimber” — Shana Abé Copy Share Image
