“This was a man who moved like the gods were watching: every gesture he made was upright and correct. There was no… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“She’d thought Troy stank: the corpse piles, the fires, the fish guts thoughtfully left out for the gods—gee fucking thanks, guys, just… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
“You're not seriously going?" Troy asks. "Of course I'm going," I say. "What other choice do I have?" "Um...not going.” — Tera Lynn Childs Copy Share Image
“..and why the winter suns so rush to bathe themselves in the sea and what slows down the nights to a long… — Virgil Copy Share Image
“You should come and watch me.” She frowned. “Watch you?” A small smiled nudged his lips. She didn’t need to be a… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“If anyone had told Joss last week that she’d be dry humping a twenty-seven-year-old she’d met only five days prior in the… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“Helen of Troy Does Counter Dancing The world is full of women who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself if… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Troy sighed with frustration. "Let me get this straight. We're stuck in the story of Romeo and Juliet and we can't get… — Suzanne Selfors Copy Share Image
“Now, grip the bull tight with your thighs.” She dutifully tensed her thighs. “Not tense. Grip. Real hard with your whole thigh.”… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
He wore your armor. Your sheild, your greaves, your helmet. He even moved like you. — Eudorus Copy Share Image
“She was about to take a step back when his hand slid onto her leg. Slow and lazy. “You don’t wear your… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“I’ve got some good physical therapy for you. Any good at fencing?” Joss almost choked on her mouthful of coffee. She sat… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“What do you want?” he whispered against the thick thud of her carotid pulse. “Tell me what you want, baby.” No one… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“the dank night is sweeping down from the sky and the setting stars incline our heads to sleep.” — Virgil Copy Share Image
“The signs of the old flame, I know them well. I pray that the earth gape deep enough to take me down… — Virgil Copy Share Image
“I just wish I knew what he was thinking, you know?” Her eyebrows knotted as she searched his face for who knew… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“Now, how are you getting back to the motel?” He looked like he was going to argue some more, shifting slowly in… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“I had only to remember that centuries before, men fell in battle for the daughter of Troy, that passions carried greater weight… — Brenna Yovanoff Copy Share Image
“He slid the jack beneath the frame. “I’m down here now...Might as well go all the way.” Joss shut her eyes as… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
