Quotes from Tamara Leigh

When a woman says 'nay,' it is 'nay.' There is no 'aye' in it.

In fact, if I let Him, my faith, rather than my mouth, could become my best asset.

No man wanted to be told what he could and could not do. And in that lay a well of strength from which one might not otherwise draw.

After all, an apology forced before the speaker was ready to speak it was surely more insulting than no apology.

Blow after blow, some bloody, others a resounding shock to muscle and bone, he felt Robert's fervor until, at last, his misbegotten brother tired and all that remained was for Christian to put his weight and height and strength behind him—to move from sword play to sword lust that he might forever end Robert's treachery and depravity.

Far better to love without profit than love not and reap bitterness.

Almighty, I am tired," she rasped. "Tired of broken and stolen lives. Tired of questions I cannot answer. Tired of being what I am not and never wished to be. Tired of tidings that deliver much pain and little relief.

Mother Mary! Surely Michael and her escort could not—

You forget I know you as my own son, Michael. The eyes that follow Lady Beatrix are not those of a man who stalks his prey—at least, not for the killing.

My lady, no matter how hard you strain to live free of sin, rare will be the day when you are not tempted to succumb even in some small way. You will yield, you will sin, but that does not mean you do not come before the Lord to give thanks for your blessings and seek His strength in righting unrepentant sins alongside those for which you are ready to repent.

Where Sir Simon had got her with child.

Aye. From this day onward…" He hesitated, but before she could worry over his silence, he said, "With you at my side, I shall think love, feel love, breathe love, and embrace love.

This, then, the reason God claimed vengeance for his own? That one not be made unfeeling?

All the times she had refrained from striking her captor for fear of losing her life now seeking release, she struck that smooth jaw with such force she stumbled back.

Here a hint, there a clue, and ever more unanswered questions.

Even if there is dishonor in the truth, Chevalier, less that dishonor if one confesses it in defence of his person.

who had become the monk, or the one who had earned the title of The Bloodlust Warrior of Hastings. The man she had vowed

He was in need of prayer to battle the terrible emotions that threatened to drag him farther and farther from God.

It was a grave thing to make an enemy of the Wulfriths.' (The Vexing)

Lord, let us not hold tight to those earthly things we long for lest You be torn from our grasp.

Seek the still of prayer that you may know yourself and make order of what is required of you.

Though, methinks, my faith is more often a weed than a flower—that sometimes it might be better were it pulled and the seed sown on more fertile ground—what I do know of God is that He would not take your brother's life to punish you.

Thus, let's see what God has to say about dealing with writer's block. Not surprisingly, it isn't among Josh's issues.