Ireland is a land of poets and legends, of dreamers and rebels. All of these have music woven through and around them. Tunes for dancing or for weeping, for battle or for love. — Nora Roberts Copy Share Image
The tune was sad, as the best of Ireland was, melancholy and lovely as a lover's tears. — Nora Roberts Copy Share Image
“Why stop now? Seduce me, Brian.I dare you." "I've always found it hard to turn aside a dare.” — Nora Roberts Copy Share Image
“Flowers that had bloomed brilliant from spring through autumn blackened under the killing frost.” — Nora Roberts Copy Share Image
“He's back in Maine now.She did say he badgered her with questions. Of course, she didn't have the answer until she spoke to me… — Nora Roberts Copy Share Image
“Every professor worth his PhD should have a fireplace in his study.” — Nora Roberts Copy Share Image
“Sorry, bad wing." When Theo kissed him, surprise and pleasure flustered him. He couldn't remember the last time this boy, this young man, had… — Nora Roberts Copy Share Image
“No point in wishing for what you can't have. - Blair What's the point in wishing for what you can and do? - Larken” — Nora Roberts Copy Share Image
“Grayson: Fiction is just a lie anyway. Brianna: But it's not - it's a different kind of truth - it would be your truth… — Nora Roberts Copy Share Image
“I was going to make a confession. Then I remembered I don't make them very well. We still need to see the monkeys." "You… — Nora Roberts Copy Share Image
You can't write well what you don't read for pleasure. If it doesn't entertain you, it's not going to entertain anyone else. — Nora Roberts Copy Share Image
