Quotes from Suzanne Enoch

Sin was a powerful temptation, indeed

Don't assume, when a lady wants to take up a task or a cause, that is just a hobby.

Don't cry,nyonda," he murmured. Phillipa took a deep breath. "What does that mean, anyway? Nyonda?" His green gaze held hers. "It's Swahili. It means 'beloved.'" A small smile touched his mouth, and he brushed her cheek again. "You do know I love you, Phillipa. To an alarming degree.

To his surprise and suspicion, she smiled.

You're a damn dog, Adam finally snapped. If you're good enough to fuck someone, be a man enough to take responsibility for the result

Increase of knowledge only discovered to me more clearly what a wretched outcast I was. —The Monster, Frankenstein

Perhaps his next task should be to concoct an eighth deadly sin. Or he could work toward finding even a dozen. The devil knew he'd worn out the original seven.

Phillipa, my heart, my blood, my everything, will you for God's and my sake marry me?

The animal is making quite a mess," the butler droned. "Are you referring to the monkey, or to my nephew?" Fennington drawled, strolling into the room. "Hm. How long did you lurk outside the room waiting forthat opportunity?" Bennett asked

When the devil faults your reasoning, you should pay attention.

He had no breath, no being, but in hers, she was his voice; he did not speak to her. But trembled on her words; She was his sight, For his eye followed hers, and saw hers, Which colored all his objects-he had crease to live within himself; She was his life, The ocean to the river of his thoughts...

Do you have nicknames for any of your other brothers? The youngster squinted his dark gray eyes in concentration. Well, Tristan is Dare, and sometimes he's Tris; and Bradshaw is Shaw; and sometimes we call Andrew, Drew, but he doesn't like that very much. Why not? He says it's a girls' name, and then Shaw calls him Drusilla.

Don't compliment me in the middle of an argument. It won't make me stammer or blush, and it just makes you look desperate.

Valentine lifted Rose to look her in the eye. "You are staying away from men, my sugar cake. Men are evil, wicked, and devious. I know this, because I am one.

Talking to yourself? Her father turned the corner of the house to join her amid the rows of roses. Sneaking was evil, she decided. No. I was… just conversing with the new rosebush, she stammered, feeling her cheeks warm. Ah. And did it answer? I believe it to be shy. If it everdoesanswer, you will inform me, won't you ? Very amusing.

Reg: Furth's in London. And yes, I know, it's my fault. But as long as I'ver roused the lion, I was going to ask you to speak to him on my behalf. Alex: You wish me to speak to Furth. Reg: Well, yes. He's always like you. Just tell him what a noble, upright fellow I am, and how I have always upheld my position with dignity and respect. Alex: Lie, you mean. REg: Whatever it takes.

Even the way he was the only man she'd ever met who both could and dared to hold up his side of a conversation with her.

I've found that it's easier to be pleasant when there's less need to be so.

Phillipa blew out her breath. Running a finger along the soft flower petals, she unfolded the note. For Phillipa, she read to herself, I hope adding yellow daisies isn't too forward. I asked Lady Fennington for their meaning, and she said white means "purity," while yellow means "slighted." I'm taking them to mean "frustrated." Because I am frustrated that you are still pure. Bennett. She snorted.

Does that mean there'll be no engagement ball?" "There will be," he said, "once I convince Josefina to say yes." "She turned you down?" Zachary asked skeptically. "She kicked me, actually. My timing did leave something to be desired." "Josefina kicked you," Eleanor repeated. At his nod, she pursed her lips. "Perhaps I do like her after all.

On nights like this, when he rode out from the dark, silent house to the dark, deserted park, he could forget. He could be nothing but a solitary rider on a fast horse, wind in his face and the world open around him. No walls, no bars, no quiet weeping or screams or death. None of that could catch him. On a night like this, none of it could find him.

Don't say 'Horse shite,' Amelia-Rose whispered, drawing even with him. What should I call it, then, digested equine grass lumps?

Until the battle with the Revanche he hadn't thought he would ever tire of gazing at the horizon. Only since then had he noticed that the view was . . . empty.

She pursed her lips. Satisfied I'm not carrying a concealed weapon? I have no idea where you'd keep one, if you were, he returned, sliding his gaze along the length of her. Thanks for noticing.