Quotes from Laura Kinsale

He put his fist against his chest. "Burn, Maddygirl," he said. Then he turned and left her in the flickering gloom and thunder.

But I don't arrange a very good abduction, I'm afraid. In my haste to seize you and carry you off to the ends of the earth, I seem to have forgotten a few of the important articles. Such as baggage." "It was a perfect abduction," she declared. "Pray do not carp about the details.

The floorboards creaked. She felt him come close behind her, a warmth, a presence that made her stiffen with awareness. You have remarkable character, Princess. Your eyebrows are lovely. Your chin is adorable and your eyes are gorgeous. Your figure is... utterly splendid. Just about too splendid, if I may be forgiven for saying so. It's been damned hard to remember I'm a gentleman.

To try to let go was to hold more tightly.

At the corner he turned, looking back up at her. She put her palm to the glass.

He felt her draw a little shuddering breath, and then a wet tumble of water on her cheek. She whispered, "God forgive, Jervaulx—that I sh'dovethee." That I should love thee. It broke the spell that held him. Had she said that? He pushed back, gazing at her.

There was no public to humiliate him here. They already knew he was a lunatic. They expected it. He could burst into howls of insanity, and they would only smile those gentle smiles at him and wrestle him into the chains.

I enjoy Mr. Verne's work," she went on brightly. "He writes of such exotic places. But you've seen all that sort of thing in person. I suppose it's nothing to you." "Of course. Giant squids. Cannibals. Every day.

Was that what she meant? Why she cried? Because he was an animal afraid to leave its cage, no words to say what he thought, no thoughts but muddled mad stupid thoughts?

The chilly mist settled down around them, sinking like midnight into his bones. His arm hurt, and his heart felt like an open wound in his chest.

Her heart and breath felt as if they had deserted her, declaring they were off to join the navy and might come back to visit in a few years if she were lucky.

He plucked at a long rose cane that attempted to grab his sleeve as he passed through the gate. "Good morning, my lady. May I give you my arm up the street? I'm engaged to escort this rosebush to the shops, but I'll fob it off.

Indeed, she is an angel. If she can produce a supper, I shall marry her out of hand." "I'm certain that she can." His mother breathed deeply. "But… three engagements in one evening, my love?" "No, do you think it excessive?" he asked in surprise.

She stood with her arms hugged about herself, her brows drawn together in icy disdain, black and arched, delicate as the tips of a nymph's infernal wings. "Haps I am a witch," she said. "I tell thee true, Green Sire—I have cheated demons, and still I am alive.

Dost though even know what would become of me?...Friends would disown me. It is our way. I would be alone! No, he said unexpectdly. He turned and held his hand to her, palm upward, empty, a simple masculine offering. Maddygirl. With... me .

She held the ring in her palm, looking down at it. When she turned it in her hand, she saw for the first time that there were letters engraved on the inner curve as well as the outside. She tilted it to the light. A vila mon Coeur, it said in French. A vila mon Coeur. Gardi li mo. She closed her eyes, curling her fingers tight around the ring, and bowed her head with a whimper of despair. Here is my heart. Guard it well.

No rule but love between us.

The silvery aura from the window fell across his face, lighting a translucent, pale fire in his gray eyes. She could identify no telltale trace of humor or mockery in his features. There was simply his austere male beauty, that sullen perfection marred only by the little scar across his left eyebrow, which showed more clearly in the thin winter light.

You deserve it, she hissed. You deserve it, do you hear me?

El amor era un potente estimulante [...] que uno tenía que saborear con extrema prudencia, con sorbos pequeños y refinados, igual que el licor de cerezar.

He stood looking down at her for a moment, holding both her shoulders. Then he bent and planted a kiss full on her mouth. Olympia pulled back in shock, but he held her fast. His mouth opened a little over hers, the dark stubble of his beard scratching her chin. His fingers tightened on her shoulders. 'Oh, God,' she thought, between terror and bliss.

I don't care if you're a bloody Hindu.

Thou art a fool," she murmured instead, "to think a man can serve two masters." She lifted a varvel and let it fall against his armor, smiling. "A splendid fool. Come into my service to stay, be it thy desire.

Love is worn like a wreath through the summers and the winters