“There is also the fact that red and gold are my colors,” he went on. “They are the colors on my family’s banners and devices, worn by all Chiavari males when they ride into battle, and worn by their ladies… — Elizabeth Elliott Copy Share
“She looked again at Fitz Alan. He was bent over with his hands in the water as if to wash them, but he looked stuck in the awkward position and did not move so much as a muscle. Curiosity finally loosened her tongue. "What are you doing?" "Fishing," he whispered. Kenric gave a snort of laughter. "Ian Duncan is the… — Elizabeth Elliott Copy Share
“He watched her watch him, a little surprised that she didn't seem distracted by the noisy procession. She held her hands clasped at her waist, her expression so serene that he felt his own tension begin to slip away. As they drew closer to the chapel, her features became clearer. He was still too far away to tell the color… — Elizabeth Elliott Copy Share
“He didn't go down to dinner at all that night, didn't eat, didn't drink, simply thought of his wife, trying to decide what to do with her. He'd wanted her to suffer, and she'd suffered. He'd wanted her to pay for her deceits, and she'd saved his life. He'd wanted to torment her with the knowledge that she would never… — Elizabeth Elliott Copy Share
“Please," she whispered, her tears flowing unchecked. "Tell me what to say and I will say it gladly. If I have hurt your pride… — Elizabeth Elliott Copy Share Image
“A good hunter did not rush into a den of lions unprepared, and Dante was a very good hunter.” — Elizabeth Elliott Copy Share Image
“I like to touch you," Claudia said, in her soft, sultry voice. "There are times when I want so badly to touch you that… — Elizabeth Elliott Copy Share Image
“For the first time, he allowed himself to think of the day when they might part, of what would come of her. He could not imagine a day without hearing the soft, sultry sound of her voice, of smelling roses and finding himself completely distracted by her scent, by the gentle sway of her hips, the soft brush of her… — Elizabeth Elliott Copy Share
“...years since have proved to me over and over again that the heart set to do the Father’s will need never fear defeat. His… — Elizabeth Elliott Copy Share Image
“I must leave you, Claudia. 'Tis unlikely we will have another opportunity to speak alone again before tomorrow." His lips brushed against hers in… — Elizabeth Elliott Copy Share Image
“His expression was suddenly serious as the tip of his finger traced her lips. “I never understood why history is filled with stories of men who waged wars over a woman they loved. There are many women in the world, and it was beyond my grasp what made one woman special enough to go to such extremes.” He pressed a… — Elizabeth Elliott Copy Share
“There is also the fact that red and gold are my colors,” he went on. “They are the colors on my family’s banners and devices, worn by all Chiavari males when they ride into battle, and worn by their ladies at tournaments or other important occasions. You can imagine my surprise when a lady wearing Chiavari colors fell into my… — Elizabeth Elliott Copy Share
“Her smile turned to one of joy and something he could not quite define. “You really do love me.” “I do.” He couldn’t help but smile back at her, at the note of wonder in her voice as if she were the lucky one. His finger traced the small dimple in her cheek. “But I doubt you will ever be… — Elizabeth Elliott Copy Share
