She was sitting in a garden more beautiful than even her rampaging imagination could ever have conjured up, and she was being serenaded by trees. — Lynn Kurland Copy Share Image
Say me aye," he whispered against her mouth. "Say me aye." How could she say anything else? — Lynn Kurland Copy Share
“She even managed to avoid various and sundry bits of animal husbandry that seemed to find warm, fallish tarmac to be to their liking.… — Lynn Kurland Copy Share
“The trees sang their approval. Ruith cocked an ear and listened to them for a moment or two, smiled faintly, then continued on his… — Lynn Kurland Copy Share
“Ruith?" He looked at her with a smile. "Aye, my love?" "Are you sure?" He looked at her, puzzled, for a moment, then apparently… — Lynn Kurland Copy Share
“Morgan was looking at the food in front of her suspiciously, as if it intended to merely reside for a bit inside her, then… — Lynn Kurland Copy Share
“He accepted a cup of ale from his brother-in-law, sat back, then sighed. "Get on with the bludgeoning." "Me?" Miach asked innocently. "Why would… — Lynn Kurland Copy Share
“There are some people men and women both who will never be happy no matter what the circumstances they find themselves. There's not enough… — Lynn Kurland Copy Share
“He walked down the passageway with her and cursed silently. Obviously, he'd grossly overestimated his appeal. Perhaps he should have taken her at her… — Lynn Kurland Copy Share
He stopped and looked at her. "Your eyes are leaking." "It's the flowers. They make me sneeze." "Then let us be away from the… — Lynn Kurland Copy Share
I could tell you a tale about something,' Miach offered, rubbing her hand absently. 'If you like.' She frowned thoughtfully. 'What sort of something?'… — Lynn Kurland Copy Share
“Elizabeth," Jamie began gruffly, "there is aught I would speak of with you." She lifted an eyebrow at his lordly tone. "Go ahead." "It… — Lynn Kurland Copy Share
“What is wrong with the [tale of] Two Swords?" he asked, even more surprised. "Don't you care for it?" "There is too bloody much… — Lynn Kurland Copy Share
“I don’t know why you’re enjoying this so much.” “Because I am a connoisseur of fine irony. ’Tis a bit like fine wine, but… — Lynn Kurland Copy Share
He can occasionally see to an enemy," she conceded. "If he manages to get his sword pointed in the right direction and the enemy… — Lynn Kurland Copy Share
“Ah, never," Nicholas said, rubbing his hands together. "Such an interesting word." "You know, Your Majesty, the only reason I'm not swearing at you… — Lynn Kurland Copy Share
