“-On creating a false identity for Pheobe- "A widow," Ava insisted. "How did her husband die?" Greer asked. "I hardly know," Ava said with a shrug as she rocked Jonathan in her arms. "How do men typically die? A fall… — Julia London Copy Share Image
“That was the moment Anna felt something inside her trip and fall, something come clean away from all the snares and traps and tangles… — Julia London Copy Share Image
“He took her hand in his, caressed her palm with his finger.“Duin an doras,” he whispered hoarsely, feverishly.“Fuirichidh mise.” Close the door. I’ll stay.… — Julia London Copy Share Image
“had much luck, and she was down to the last one: a pale-green silk dress with a vine of tiny embroidered pink roses meandering… — Julia London Copy Share Image
“You younger siblings know what I’m talking about—we’re the glue and they’re the glitter, right?” — Julia London Copy Share Image
“And what of our understanding?" he demanded. "The handfasting?" Lizzie's heart skipped a beat. She swallowed down her fear and lifted her chin. "I've… — Julia London Copy Share Image
“Get it off,” she said, jerking their bound wrists up and holding them up under his nose. “I thought perhaps we might at least… — Julia London Copy Share Image
“When he bent down and swept her up in his arms and carried her to the divan, she did not protest. She fumbled with… — Julia London Copy Share Image
“-On creating a false identity for Pheobe- "A widow," Ava insisted. "How did her husband die?" Greer asked. "I hardly know," Ava said with… — Julia London Copy Share Image
“Is this the happiness you seek?” he whispered hoarsely. “Tell me now, and I will give it to you.” He moved down her body,… — Julia London Copy Share Image
“What have we done?” Lizzie whispered. He had no acceptable answer for that, other than that it had been stunning. She suddenly propped her… — Julia London Copy Share Image
