“..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
Personally, I was never the cool kid. I was always sort of a bookworm. I would just like to be more like… — Zac Efron 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
I think Helen of Troy must have been pretty hot. She got two countries going crazy for 10 years over her. — Colin Quinn Copy Share Image
Then I'll make it easy for him to find me. I'll walk right up to him and tell him you're mine. — Paris Copy Share Image
“Troy wrapped his hand around the gun and asked himself why God had so ordered the world as” — John Lawton Copy Share Image
He wore your armor. Your sheild, your greaves, your helmet. He even moved like you. — Eudorus Copy Share Image
“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
“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
Troy was a play-maker. He was an extremely instinctive safety and moved around, could do whatever they asked him to do. I… — Minkah Fitzpatrick 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
Troy was a sweet, good man. We just were never destined to be married. We just didn't have the same values. But… — Suzanne Pleshette Copy Share Image
O' the mass of arms, the brilliant leadership, the courage and magnitude of the ancient armies of Greece, combined to conquer the… — Hipponax The Satirist Copy Share Image
“Troy's deformities lay deep down from a woman's vision, whilst his embellishments were upon the very surface; thus contrasting with homely Oak,… — Thomas Hardy 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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“I’d start by laying her down on my bed and undressing her. Slowly. Carefully. So she wiggled and stretched and soft pants… — Robin Bielman Copy Share Image
“So you will not kneel to me?" He said. I will kneel to no man, "She answered, preparing herself for the push… — David Gemmell 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
“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
“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
“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
“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 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
“How old are you?” “Twenty-seven.” Twenty-seven. Older than she’d thought. But still… “I’m thirty-four.” He lifted a shoulder. “So?” So? Joss sighed.… — 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
