“He was weary. Used up. He had been weary for months, for more than a year. In that weariness, in the exhaustion of his spirit, lay the seed of what he was; of what he had become. Of what they… — Jennifer Roberson Copy Share Image
“In that instant Marian was swept up by the need to touch him, to reach out and press flesh to flesh, finger to finger;… — Jennifer Roberson Copy Share Image
“A horse broke through beside her, nearly knocking the mare over. At first Marian thought the horse unmounted, possibly Gisbourne’s, running from the boar,… — Jennifer Roberson Copy Share Image
“Her face flamed and her breasts prickled. She did not think again of the sheriff or of his unmarried daughter. She thought instead of… — Jennifer Roberson Copy Share Image
“And we are made different. On the instant. What we know, what we were, is banished by that instant, razed like a castle under… — Jennifer Roberson Copy Share Image
“Pain, Rhuan decided, did not simply hurt. Pain also exhausted a person, sapped his soul, thinned his spirit. Worse, pain was tedious.” — Jennifer Roberson Copy Share Image
“She drew in a huge breath and let it out all at once. "I never thought anyone would want me." Such plain, simple words,… — Jennifer Roberson Copy Share Image
“He was weary. Used up. He had been weary for months, for more than a year. In that weariness, in the exhaustion of his… — Jennifer Roberson Copy Share Image
“Saying nothing, she went to the bed he had devised and lay down upon it stiffly, settling a hip carefully as she turned onto… — Jennifer Roberson Copy Share Image
“His tone was odd, a mixture of restraint and subtle conviction. He did not make light of the question, nor did he attempt to… — Jennifer Roberson Copy Share Image
“It's difficult admitting you're wrong. Even more difficult admitting it when you have scoffed and otherwise ridiculed the truth with blind, unremitting determination, so… — Jennifer Roberson Copy Share Image
“Locksley? It was. The fall of pale hair, the set of wide shoulders, the posture of his body. Unmistakable. She knew him instantly. And… — Jennifer Roberson Copy Share Image
“Now she knew, and spoke it, answering him in kind with cool self-possession, fully cognizant of what the admission could mean. “The fleshly sword,… — Jennifer Roberson Copy Share Image
