Quotes from Lynn Kurland

Not all evil is final, nor is all suffering needless.

Have you never done anything dangerous, my lady?" "I've kept library books past their due dates," she said defensively. "I've walked on the wild side.

Twenty-four years of sneaking cola drinks for breakfast had finally taken its toll, and she had been tossed into sugar-induced hallucination.

If Jessica had been pleased with his work, that was enough. He had bent to his work and poured his entire soul, black as it might have been, into fashioning something beautiful for his lady. His lady. He could no longer think of her as anything else. And that was the thought that left him standing in the lists, useless and fair blinded by the thought of his poor heart being so exposed.

The more I see you," he said quietly, "the more I want you.

It isn't done easily, he said with a half smile. I'm just not one to complain overmuch.

Kendrick walked over to her purposefully, hauled her up into his arms and gave her a mock frown. I hunger, wench. Genevieve put her arms around his neck. Well? What are you going to hunt us for dinner? I'll slay a few steaks from the freezer. You're so brave.

A hint of a smile crossed Robin's features and he took Jessica's hand. "Well met, then, lady. I vow I despaired of this one ever finding a woman strong enough to face him. You must be accustomed to holding your ground." "The tales I could tell you," Richard muttered. "But I won't," he added at Robin's pursed lips. "Trust me, my lord, she holds her own very well. I'm sure the lady Anne will find her much to her liking.

Besides, as much as she loved Bruckner's symphonies, he just couldn't touch a man who had painted his bedroom walls with views of the sea to please her, who gave his precious smiles to her alone, who wept when he watched his daughter sleep.

Damn it, but she hated it when her inner brown bunny came out to play. The

You're very difficult." He only flashed her the slightest of smiles. "Likely why you wed me. It wouldn't have done for you to have found a man simply and won him without effort.

What's the matter? Aren't you interested in my strong, manly arms?" he said, giving her a squeeze to show just how strong and manly his arms were. "Not when they're squeezing the life from me," she gasped. "Archie, let me go!

Though at the moment, with the bleak emptiness of the rest of his mortal journey facing him, he couldn't help but wonder if he might have been better off never to have known her, never to have loved her, and never to have lost her. He closed his eyes and wept.

What's he doing?" Richard asked unnecessarily. "Composing a heroic ballad based on your adventures," John supplied. "I daresay." "Well, I don't want to hear it," Richard said, swinging up into the saddle. "The saints preserve us from any more of his Court of Love ideals.

You," he said distinctly, "are, I am quite certain, going to be more trouble than you are worth.

Good morrow to you, Jessie," Kendrick called. "Jessica," Richard said, giving Kendrick another jerk. "Her name is Jessica!

If Richard trusted anyone with his life, it would have been Kendrick of Artane. But trust Kendrick with his woman? Not a chance in hell. He strode across the lists, intent on intercepting Artane's lad before he spotted Jessica.

Ignorance was a comfortable nest to linger in, in the right sort of circumstances.

which house that is? Or how many siblings you have?

My lady teases me. You do not. Understood?

This is thrice I have been forced to retrieve my horse from your vile clutches. And why is it, mistress, you feel the need to snatch my poor beast each time?" Damn the woman if she didn't pat Horse in a most proprietary manner and look at the beast with a great amount of unwarranted affection. "Because he likes me," she said, looking back at Richard coolly.

I love this medieval stuff," Archie announced to whatever assembly was there, "don't you?" And with that, he slapped her happily on the rump—to the accompaniment of more horrified gasps—and continued on his way.

I say, William, have you a word that rhymes with jewel?" Hamlet asked with the hoarsened voice of one who had bellowed one too many battle cries. And William, who never had any words to utter that weren't variations on some curse or another, said helpfully, "Ah," then promptly fell silent. "Try fool," Richard muttered. "And be certain to apply it to me.

Woman, if you leave me smelling like roses . . . I'll see you regret it," he warned.