Quote by Frances Hardinge

“She stared at him breathlessly, seething. It was like hurling herself against a wall of granite, she thought disjointedly; fighting against him hurt her.…

— Teresa Denys

“He towered over her, as intense and savage as only he could be, making her feel small and delicate in comparison, surrounded by his…

— Cristiane Serruya

“She was an extension of his dreams. A sprinkling of magic dust, of unfeasible wishes, on his stable existence. The one thing-the one bright,…

— V.S. Carnes

“Before her escort could react, she sprinted out from their little pool of lantern-light into the darkness, her feet pounding the soft, treacherous clods…

— Frances Hardinge

“He remembered the gracefulness with which she moved in battle—like liquid flesh. There was no one quite like his wife, and he never felt…

— Nadia Scrieva

“Her wide eyes beheld him in the darkness. Like lamps, they captured the glow of the rising crescent moon. Hope filled his breast. Every…

— Julie Berry

“Currents of desire and excitement that she had not known or thought about for years now flooded in her. She wanted him to bring…

— Sebastian Faulks

“Her life was shameful and lonely. There was no longer any hope for her, there was no chance of escape. Yet, in spite of…

— Anna Kavan

“When he thought about her, he remembered her at the cottage, her eyes fiery, daring to love him. But standing here in front of…

— Jenny Downham

“Standing on the edge of that darkness, she felt the stirrings of reckless want. A wild sort of bravery beat within her, taking up…

— Emily Lloyd-Jones

“He loved not only her beauty, but that dim soul which he divined behind her suffering eyes. He would intoxicate her with his passion.…

— W. Somerset Maugham

“Something about him called to her, like one of her wounded beasts, and she could not turn him away. She needed his name and…

— Tracy Anne Warren