Quotes from Hannah Howell

He caught Jankyn staring at Efrica Callan who was laughing at something Bridget said. "She is only sixteen years of age, Cousin." "I ken it. I was just wondering if she purrs." He exchanged a brief grin with Cathal before wandering off into the crowd. Cathal

I suspicion there are a few things ye try hard to keep under control." "Och, aye. I dinnae purr. Tis too cursed unmonly," he drawled as he walked away. Cathal laughed and continued on his way to collect his wife.

When he eased, then finally broke that kiss, he then pressed his lips to the tip of her nose, each eye, and finally her forehead. To Eva, it felt almost like a blessing given by the pope and in a way it was, Connall was blessing her with his love. "Right!

I was like some daft child who burns himself once and after that is willing to shiver in the darkness rather than make a fire.

It was her considered opinion that by sending his men to collect her like a cow he wished purchased, her husband was showing her very little in the way of care and concern. Eva supposed this meant she could expect to be considered of little more value at MacAdie than she had been at Caxton. Had it been so much to hope that she might have gained a husband who valued her at least a little? It seemed Connall MacAdie wasn't likely to. "M'lady?

How old is the laird?" "Wheesht, lass, I cannae recall. Such things are of little interest to me. Ye should ask the laird. Then, again, what does it matter? He be hale and handsome. Blood still runs hot, aye?" Mora chuckled when Bridget blushed. "Has all his teeth, too. Nay, age doesnae matter. Tis the heart of the mon what counts, nay how long it has been beating." "There