“Do you like sandwiches?" he asked. "At this point, I think I'd eat anything. Other than rabbit. I'm not excessively fond of rabbit." "Or anything with eyes," he said, charming her by remembering. "I've an appetite for beef, some bread,… — Karen Ranney Copy Share Image
“What were her abilities? She played the pianoforte passably well even though it didn't interest her. She loved to read and could spend the… — Karen Ranney Copy Share Image
“The tapestry of her life was a work of art created not with a needle but with duty, courage, and honor, sprinkled liberally with… — Karen Ranney Copy Share Image
“She bit her lips, concentrating, wishing he'd go and sit on one of the chairs before the fireplace. Or stand at the window and… — Karen Ranney Copy Share Image
“The morning sun danced on her hair, transforming the brown to gold and reddish glints. An errant sunbeam angled over her face, dusting her… — Karen Ranney Copy Share Image
“This time he surged into her, until the hair of his groin mingled with hers. She groaned softly. When her eyes opened, he asked,… — Karen Ranney Copy Share Image
“A storm in Scotland was like nothing she'd ever experienced in London. Here, the elements felt alive, sentient. This storm was a raging monster… — Karen Ranney Copy Share Image
“Do you like sandwiches?" he asked. "At this point, I think I'd eat anything. Other than rabbit. I'm not excessively fond of rabbit." "Or… — Karen Ranney Copy Share Image
“Memories of her, however, would remain with him. Everywhere he’d look, she would be there, as if she were a hundred women, all shadow… — Karen Ranney Copy Share Image
“Why should she listen to a litany of her flaws when she knew them all so well? She never stood up straight. She always… — Karen Ranney Copy Share Image
“She laughed. He was right. Her laughter was enchanting. So, too, the sparkle in her eyes as she glanced at him. He'd never seen… — Karen Ranney Copy Share Image
“I will not be spoken to in that tone," she said to her mother. Enid's mouth gaped open. For only a moment, however, until… — Karen Ranney Copy Share Image
