“Aunt Dove stepped behind her and looked at her reflection in the cheval glass. “You haven’t been to India, pet, but in… — Deanna Raybourn Copy Share Image
“Is there any finer phrase in the English language than Midsummer Day? There are no words to touch it for conjuring. It… — Deanna Raybourn Copy Share Image
“The windows had been thrown open to the summer breezes, and as Brisbane pressed me down onto the bed, I smelled the… — Deanna Raybourn Copy Share Image
Life is too uncertain... You must seize happiness where you find it. — Deanna Raybourn Copy Share Image
“I never thought to meet a true romantic in the wilds of Africa of all places.” Ryder gestured expansively. “Why not? Africa is the… — Deanna Raybourn Copy Share Image
I hesitated for all the right reasons. And I accepted for all the wrong ones. — Deanna Raybourn Copy Share Image
“He slid his arms around her. “Is that how you fixed us together? Magic potions in my evening whisky?” She put her hands into… — Deanna Raybourn Copy Share Image
“I can bear anything as long as I can have a bit of a laugh,” she told herself as she hurried down the street.… — Deanna Raybourn Copy Share Image
One is not born English without knowing how to converse easily about the weather. — Deanna Raybourn Copy Share Image
“Men, I had often observed, were never happier than when they believed they were imparting wisdom.” — Deanna Raybourn Copy Share Image
“I think people are much the same wherever you go. Some of them good, some of them clever, and some of them with the… — Deanna Raybourn Copy Share Image
“Brisbane put one in mind of wolves and lithe jungle cats, while Edward conjured images of seraphim and slim young saints. It required an… — Deanna Raybourn Copy Share Image
“I had a vision of you, the first time I stepped into Grey House, the night Edward died. That was why I kept staring… — Deanna Raybourn Copy Share Image
If you were a man, your ladyship, I would cordially horsewhip you for that remark. — Deanna Raybourn Copy Share Image
“Africa is a land of dreams and memories. It is rifts of remembrance stitched together with the sighs of time.” — Deanna Raybourn Copy Share Image
