Quotes from Laura Kinsale

She had thought Raymond handsome. But the Raven was something beyond handsome. Beyond gallant manners and teasing glances. He was like the old, old stories, like the unknown man who waited on a darkened hill, the mist around him, hand outstretched ... In the stories, if a woman went to him... she did not return. But she wanted to go ... She wanted.

Will you be my conscience, hellcat?" He sounded amused. "I do not jest," she said. He held back her hair and traced his forefinger along her temple. "Nor I. I am in dire need of one.