“You will be the mother of the next King of England,” she declares. “The red rose and the white, a rose without a thorn. You will have a son, and we will call him Arthur of England.” She takes my… — Philippa Gregory Copy Share Image
“Mother, before God," I say, my voice shaking with tears, "I swear that I have to believe that there is more for me in… — Philippa Gregory Copy Share Image
“Say yes,’ he whispers. ‘Marry me.’ I hesitate. I open my eyes. ‘You will get my fortune,’ I remark. ‘When I marry you, everything… — Philippa Gregory Copy Share Image
“But I warn you that a woman who seeks great power and wealth has to pay a great price, Perhaps you will be a… — Philippa Gregory Copy Share Image
“I raised my hand to wave in case he looked back; but he did not. He rode straight backed, looking forward. He rode like… — Philippa Gregory Copy Share Image
“When you are still and thoughtful you are as lovely as the statues they are carving in Italy.” — Philippa Gregory Copy Share Image
Edward lives as if there is no tomorrow, Richard as if he wants no tomorrow, and George as though someone should give it to… — Philippa Gregory Copy Share Image
You can smile when your heart is breaking because you're a woman. — Philippa Gregory Copy Share Image
“We fell asleep wrapped in each other as if we could not bear to part, even in sleep we could not bear to let… — Philippa Gregory Copy Share Image
“One little boy, and he a bastard,' Anne said thoughtfully. 'One little girl of six, one elderly Queen and a King in the prime… — Philippa Gregory Copy Share Image
“We have been married little more than a year and already there is a terrible silence around some subjects. We never speak of the… — Philippa Gregory Copy Share Image
“It doesn’t matter if you call it magic or determination. It doesn’t matter if you make a spell or a plot. You have to… — Philippa Gregory Copy Share Image
