“It means that you are my freedom, love." "Yes," she whispered. That was it exactly. "And you are mine.” — Meredith Duran Copy Share Image
“There. That is the answer to this riddle. The promises I can make, and the one I can't. Gwen. I will never… — Meredith Duran Copy Share Image
“For what is love but a great rebellion against caution and sense?” — Meredith Duran Copy Share Image
“If a woman could win love with her body, the world would have no bastards.” — Meredith Duran Copy Share Image
“and I said, 'That is why you don't climb mountains, Gwen.' But now I wonder. You aren't afraid of heights." "No", she… — Meredith Duran Copy Share Image
“Or perhaps, despite your brave words to my parents, you've forgotten what love and loyalty look like. They aren't sacraments, Jane, for… — Meredith Duran Copy Share Image
“In love my temperament found a new taste for life: it found a cure for the pain, and a pain without cure.'"… — Meredith Duran Copy Share Image
“She had liked once to think of herself as passionate, in love with her books, drunk on history, enamored of the wide… — Meredith Duran Copy Share Image
“Was not love a terrible thing? One thought one had learned to manage it, and then it sprang free again, rattling its… — Meredith Duran Copy Share Image
“You came for me,” she whispered. His hand wound through her hair, cradling her. “I will always come for you,” he said.” — Meredith Duran Copy Share Image
“For God's sake, Gwen," he said gently. "What matter that I love you. That's not the bit that's always been missing." Her… — Meredith Duran Copy Share Image
“ “I love you,” she whispered. How horrifying, and how thrilling. It felt like a secret, a confession, a taunt: a dare… — Meredith Duran Copy Share Image
“No, thank you. I prefer my liquor cold.' 'Right. Or in a pipe, I suppose.' Phin's brow lifted. 'What a clumsy way to drink… — Meredith Duran Copy Share Image
“Miss Masters was not content with threatening to hire away his staff, oh no. First, she had to perfume it.” — Meredith Duran Copy Share Image
“Her face turned to the window, and he saw her swallow. She was not as calm as she appeared, but for some reason, it… — Meredith Duran Copy Share Image
“the kiss he gave her when he pulled her head down was slow and deep, a leisurely address that reached into her like the… — Meredith Duran Copy Share Image
“She had told the truth: she did not like to dance. Men assumed that a spinster wanted for excitement. Dried-up. They made a point… — Meredith Duran Copy Share Image
“Here was a new lesson for her, then: it was possible to behave like an utter goose in front of a man, and then… — Meredith Duran Copy Share Image
“She wished he could make her somehow indelibly his; that they were still children so they could cut their fingers and mingle their blood… — Meredith Duran Copy Share Image
“Surely this is what death would be like: nothingness, oblivion, as the world continued to turn, heedless of her absence.” — Meredith Duran Copy Share Image
“The cat's tail was straying into her face again; she was forced to expel air in a most unbecoming fashion to avoid a mouthful… — Meredith Duran Copy Share Image
“Speak plainly, sir.' '*Sir*? I say, Lyd. Are you always so formal with men you've made love with?' The whip of her head caused… — Meredith Duran Copy Share Image
