“He watched her watch him, a little surprised that she didn't seem distracted by the noisy procession. She held her hands clasped at her waist, her expression so serene that he felt his own tension begin to slip away. As… — Elizabeth Elliott Copy Share Image
“She looked again at Fitz Alan. He was bent over with his hands in the water as if to wash them, but he looked… — Elizabeth Elliott Copy Share Image
“He watched her watch him, a little surprised that she didn't seem distracted by the noisy procession. She held her hands clasped at her… — Elizabeth Elliott Copy Share Image
“He didn't go down to dinner at all that night, didn't eat, didn't drink, simply thought of his wife, trying to decide what to… — Elizabeth Elliott Copy Share Image
“Please," she whispered, her tears flowing unchecked. "Tell me what to say and I will say it gladly. If I have hurt your pride… — Elizabeth Elliott Copy Share Image
“A good hunter did not rush into a den of lions unprepared, and Dante was a very good hunter.” — Elizabeth Elliott Copy Share Image
“I like to touch you," Claudia said, in her soft, sultry voice. "There are times when I want so badly to touch you that… — Elizabeth Elliott Copy Share Image
“For the first time, he allowed himself to think of the day when they might part, of what would come of her. He could… — Elizabeth Elliott Copy Share Image
“...years since have proved to me over and over again that the heart set to do the Father’s will need never fear defeat. His… — Elizabeth Elliott Copy Share Image
“I must leave you, Claudia. 'Tis unlikely we will have another opportunity to speak alone again before tomorrow." His lips brushed against hers in… — Elizabeth Elliott Copy Share Image
“His expression was suddenly serious as the tip of his finger traced her lips. “I never understood why history is filled with stories of… — Elizabeth Elliott Copy Share Image
“There is also the fact that red and gold are my colors,” he went on. “They are the colors on my family’s banners and… — Elizabeth Elliott Copy Share Image
“Her smile turned to one of joy and something he could not quite define. “You really do love me.” “I do.” He couldn’t help… — Elizabeth Elliott Copy Share Image
