“He wasn't at all what she had imagined. Tall, yes- but not plain, not dependable, not kind. Not by any stretch of fancy. The gray eyes that regarded her were as deep and subtle and light-tricked as smoke from a… — Laura Kinsale Copy Share
“The floorboards creaked. She felt him come close behind her, a warmth, a presence that made her stiffen with awareness. "You have remarkable character,… — Laura Kinsale Copy Share Image
“He wasn't at all what she had imagined. Tall, yes- but not plain, not dependable, not kind. Not by any stretch of fancy. The gray eyes that regarded her were as deep and subtle and light-tricked as smoke from a wildfire. The face belonged to an archangel from the shadows: a cool, sulky mouth and an aquiline profile, and Satan's… — Laura Kinsale Copy Share
“The silvery aura from the window fell across his face, lighting a translucent, pale fire in his gray eyes. She could identify no telltale… — Laura Kinsale Copy Share Image
“He stood looking down at her for a moment, holding both her shoulders. Then he bent and planted a kiss full on her mouth.… — Laura Kinsale Copy Share Image
“But I don’t arrange a very good abduction, I’m afraid. In my haste to seize you and carry you off to the ends of… — Laura Kinsale Copy Share Image
“For God’s sake. Don’t build a wall to keep me outside.” “I won’t build one,” she whispered. “I am the wall.” — Laura Kinsale Copy Share Image
“You must take this. I hadn't wanted to seem forward and press it upon you without knowing you truly wished to help me. Can you sell it? And I'll bring the rest of my personal jewelry along to provide for us on the way. This is only one of the smaller pieces." The gold chain and setting flowed into Sheridan's… — Laura Kinsale Copy Share
“It had not seemed difficult, on a small income, to know what was right to do…Now, with so much, it was daily a decision:… — Laura Kinsale Copy Share Image
“My God." He pushed away from the bedpost. "Friends! And do you fall into bed with any man who's 'dear' to you? How am I to take that?" "Of course I don't." She stood up, letting the knotted scarf slip away. "I can't seem to help myself. With you. About that. It's extremely vexing." "You're quite right on that count,"… — Laura Kinsale Copy Share
“Love!” She threw the pillow aside and sat up, pulling the be clothes around her. “You hypocrite. ’Tis nothing to you to say that, is it? You prate about love and roses and devotion, but you don’t know the meaning of the word. You never have, and I doubt you ever will.” He let out a harsh breath. “I don’t… — Laura Kinsale Copy Share
“Then you came and I started to feel again. I started to think there was a reason I survived, that you were my reason. But nothing's so simple, is it? I didn't protect you. Here you are hurting so bad, and I can't even help. I'm just here and I need you. That's all it comes to. I need you… — Laura Kinsale Copy Share
“The baby closed its mouth, staring at him with hope and small hiccups. “Jesus,” he said. He lay down on the bed, pulling the pillow under his head, and drew the whole bundle of coat, shawl and infant up against his shirt. A tiny hand closed tight on the lace. One sob erupted, and then changed midbreath to a soft… — Laura Kinsale Copy Share
