“He was still thoughtful. 'Do you think any of us ever really knows anyone?' 'Philosophy, Lord Dryden? And yet it's daylight and… — Julie Anne Long Hilarious Copy Share Image
“They immediately spent a moment in bemused silence in honor of the perilous little paradox that was the English female” — Julie Anne Long Heart Copy Share Image
“Sorry . . . thank you. Good night,” she said finally. She pivoted and headed for the house. He stared blankly. Thank you, good night?… — Julie Anne Long Good night Copy Share Image
“Love, real love, the kind that you fall in, isn’t like Corinthians. The “suffereth long” and “is kind” nonsense. It’s like the… — Julie Anne Long Corinthians Copy Share Image
“She wanted to buckle, lie on her side and gasp like an eviscerated fish. She held her breath against it, but her… — Julie Anne Long Breath Copy Share Image
“Lyon Redmond was either a man on a pilgrimage in search of salvation, or a man out to burn on the pyre… — Julie Anne Long Suffered Copy Share Image
“I couldn't see it because you are my heart, damn you! And how can I see my own heart if it's beating… — Julie Anne Long Heart Copy Share Image
“But is not one a result of the other?” she asked. “Love and loyalty? I cannot see how could you prefer one… — Julie Anne Long Love Copy Share Image
“The . . . the one about Colin Eversea! I learned a new verse from a young lady at school. It’s very… — Julie Anne Long Poetry Copy Share Image
“Don’t be tedious, Lavay. If it’s so necessary for you to know,” he said ungraciously. “She won a contest.” There was a… — Julie Anne Long Played Game Copy Share Image
“The two of them froze and stared at each [sic] from across the silent, woolly garden. And Ian, as he always did… — Julie Anne Long Communication Copy Share Image
“She needed to know more. “But that means…” “It means I love you, Violet. I have never said that aloud to another… — Julie Anne Long Love Copy Share Image
“A nondescript place, but it had inevitably changed over the years; one of the old oaks had been split by lightning and… — Julie Anne Long Oaks Split Copy Share Image
“Her voice was a thread, but still she managed to sound acerbic. “I believe it’s the devil’s job to tempt me. Not… — Julie Anne Long Believe Devil Copy Share Image
“No, Lord Waterburn threatened to shoot us for singing.” Waterburn had no patience for such whimsy. “I did no such thing,” he… — Julie Anne Long Patience Copy Share Image