“I knew that love would not turn the silver devil into an angel. He would remain what he was--subtle yet childish, unfeeling yet passionate, lost irretrievably to everything but his own desire. But he loved me--and I loved him, now… — Teresa Denys Copy Share Image
“She stared at him breathlessly, seething. It was like hurling herself against a wall of granite, she thought disjointedly; fighting against him hurt her. But if she yielded to the unreasoned impulse of her love at this moment and flung… — Teresa Denys Copy Share Image
“I will not have you hazard your life, Felicia. It is too precious to me." "And is yours less so to me? Domenico, whether… — Teresa Denys Copy Share Image
“In moments the whole assembly was rocking with jeering laughter as I stood ridiculously before them. My hands clenched uncontrollably; I had been prepared… — Teresa Denys Copy Share Image
“I knew that love would not turn the silver devil into an angel. He would remain what he was--subtle yet childish, unfeeling yet passionate,… — Teresa Denys Copy Share Image
“A great ruff brushed his firm jaw; his supple prowl had become a conscious elegance, as though he had put on majesty as a… — Teresa Denys Copy Share Image
“I forbid you to go." "I am not yours to forbid. Comfort your pride with your conquest!" "Felicia!" The raw anguish of it stopped… — Teresa Denys Copy Share Image
“Then, with sensation of plunging into an unknown sea, I moved to lay my lips on his, unurged, uninvited, kissing him for the first… — Teresa Denys Copy Share Image
“Now I had new fears; not of him but of myself and of the drugging rule my body could exert over my mind. ...I… — Teresa Denys Copy Share Image
“Those fierce animal passions of his were his masters, not his slaves, and he was as much their victim as those he punished when… — Teresa Denys Copy Share Image
“He held his hand out to me without speaking; and it was then, as I went to him like a falcon flying to his… — Teresa Denys Copy Share Image
“She stared at him breathlessly, seething. It was like hurling herself against a wall of granite, she thought disjointedly; fighting against him hurt her.… — Teresa Denys Copy Share Image
“I tell him of damnation, but I doubt he fears anything but the darkness in his own mind.” — Teresa Denys Copy Share Image
