Quotes from Hannah Howell

There was no doubt in her mind about what she had to do now. She had to leave, had to go and take all of her

Few men are true masters over their women. In truth, I would eye with suspicion any woman who acts as if that is the truth. Either she lies, or she is so dull-witted or weak-spirited that she will make you a tedious wife.

wits strong and clear

Mental note: Being the damsel in distress truly sucked angel feathers; avoid at all costs.

Bridget was risking a lot to marry him. She was too quick-witted not to know that. Cathal was not only flattered by that; he felt hopeful. For Bridget to do this had to mean that she cared for him, felt more than lust for him. There was a good chance that the seed of affection had already taken root in her heart. Cathal prayed he had the skill to nurture it well and make it grow. Bridget

do not know if he means to use that sword to help us or to prod us into the hands of our enemies. The Scotsman could well be one of those DeVeau hirelings." Guy shook

Bridget saw her husband look for her and shivered. The memory of how the MacNachtons had dealt with those thieves was still clear in her mind, clear and terrifying. This incident had given the chilling memories credence, ensured that she would not be able to dismiss it all as a bad dream. She now knew exactly what her husband was, what he was capable of. How could she live with that? And, yet, how could she not?

It's yer wife, Connall! She'll be the death o' me, I'm sure. Between the scares with her accidents and—sweet Jesus! Me heart stopped when she tripped up on the stairs in the keep, then again when she tumbled down the chapel steps, and then there's her shenanigans tonight. I'm sure I've aged ten years since she arrived and I'm an old man to begin with." "All

A soft noise from the woman on the bed pulled him free of his thoughts. Even as he straightened up to look at her face, her eyes opened. Cathal drew his breath in so sharply he nearly choked. Her eyes were the most beautiful eyes he had ever gazed into. They were an enticing mixture of blue and green, the color growing more dramatic as the haze of unconciousness fled. As

When a man wanted to wake to the same woman's face every morning, to spend a lot of nights holding her close, he might as well buy the ring.

She grimaced when Raibeart picked up the hanks of Edmee's hair and looked at her with a mixture of astonishment and amusement. "Wheesht, lass, ye may be but a wee thing, but ye can be vicious, aye?" Raibeart drawled. "I

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If he tried to pull her out of the trap she had ridden into, he could easily get himself killed. Gisele felt certain that she would

Eva, I am orderin' ye to go." "Well, you can order all you bloody like, my lord husband, but I will not leave your side until I get the bleeding stopped," she snapped and Connall gaped at her, unable to believe his sweet, witty, lovely little bride had spoken to him so. Were wives not supposed to obey their husbands? He was sure he recalled that in the wedding ceremony. "Come

when I stopped lying to myself, stopped trying to make excuses for her. It was as if I woke up from some feverish dream and found myself locked into a nightmare.

Here I am trying to breed things out of my bloodline and ye neglect to tell me that, in marrying ye, I could be breeding other odd traits right back in? Did ye nay consider what sort of children two people such as we are might breed?" "Nay, I didnae, but now that ye mention it, 'tis an intriguing thought. Mayhap a lad who can tear his enemy's throat out then lick himself clean afterward." Bridget

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So, ye have a wee bit of the cat in ye," he murmured as he pulled her into his arms. "I should have guessed. Ye purr. No one purrs." "Tisnae such a strange sound," she said as she undid his plaid. "I suspect I could make ye purr." "Ha! Men dinnae purr." He helped her remove his shirt and quickly tugged off her shift before pulling her back into his arms. "They make monly sounds." His

When he raised his head to look at her, she smiled at him. "Ye purred," she said, "just like a big tomcat." She laughed softly at the way he scowled at her despite the laughter brightening his eyes. "It wasnae a purr," he said. "It was a verra monly growl." Bridget

Gisele thought it a little harsh of Nigel to be questioning her and expecting sensible answers after all she had just endured.

a mon's real wealth isnae measured in lands, coin, or fighting men, but in the giving and receiving of a true and lasting love.

I would not have the marriage annulled. You are my husband." Connall looked torn for a minute, then said, "Why will ye keep it so when ye ken what I am?" "I . . ." She peered at him helplessly, not quite having the courage to reveal her feelings. "If 'tis out of duty, I'll no ha'e it. I'll no ha'e ye stayin' with me out o' duty and silently hatin' me fer what I am." "I

Are ye weel, sweetling?" He asked as he slipped his hand beneath her chin and turned her face up to his. "Are ye hurt?" "I am weel and I am unhurt," she reassured him. He rested his forehead against hers. "Are ye sure, lass?" he whispered. "Verra sure," she whispered back.

If he did not stop smiling, people would think he was drunk or had lost his wits, he mused, but he could not seem to stop. Just the thought of Bridget carrying his child had him grinning like an idiot.