Quotes from Deanna Raybourn

He paused again, letting his words settle like stones falling to the bottom of a pond.

You think that is love, brother? That I should kill for her?" He shook his head, his eyes locked with mine. "You are the fool, Tiberius, because you still do not understand. I do not love her enough to kill for her." He stepped to the edge of the rock. "I love her enough to die for her.

Too late, I understood the magnitude of a woman's vulnerability in marriage, how every particle of her happiness depends upon her choosing well. And I had chosen unwisely.

Not me," Mary Alice said. "I'm being cremated and letting Akiko put my ashes in a nice urn. Maybe something from Pottery Barn. I can sit on the mantel and she can decorate me for holidays.

Sir Cedric looked at me appraisingly. "I was quite right about you. You need a husband. Someone with a firm hand to keep you in line. You are far too forward and mannish." I inclined my head graciously. "How kind of you to notice. In that case, permit me to wish you as pleasant a journey as you deserve.

He was a kind fellow, though, Lorenzo. Old Lord Templeton-Vane held a country dance here in our honour. Lorenzo was the only one of us besides Tiberius to ask Elspeth Gresham to stand up with him." He looked around as if to make certain we were not overheard. "I don't like to say it, but that woman scares the life out of me, and there's no two ways about it.

Seduction has been my life's work, mademoiselle. I know how a man looks at a woman when he has had her. And I know how a man looks when he is suffering for want of her.

We made a plan to meet there the next morning for breakfast before heading out on our first shore excursion. I hoped exploring St. Kitts would rouse Helen's interest. Mourning a spouse was one thing, but Helen seemed broken, as if her spirit had died right along with Kenneth.

It isn't kindness to give a thirsty man water," she said. "It is human decency.

in such investigations secret. It was enough to know that justice was satisfied by our efforts. Justice—but not always the law. We had little faith in the established systems that governed our island. We had, both of us, fallen afoul of what was strictly legal, and we were thoroughly convinced that justice was the superior aim.

Her idea of roughing it is not taking the second footman

John Tradescant the Younger in 1638 were improved upon by Lancelot "Capability" Brown in 1753 with the addition of an artificial lake featuring an island. Brown is also responsible for constructing the hill at the edge of the garden which is crowned with the famous Pineapple Pavilion folly.'

If stubbornness were water, I could sail on you to the ends of the earth.

He poured out the wine and took a deep draught of it, then loosened his neckcloth, an act of dinner table impropriety that would have affronted most other wives, but which I strongly encouraged. Brisbane had a very handsome throat.

What in the name of Satan's arsehole is that?" he demanded. "The genitals of a very healthy young man," I told him, waving the phallus-shaped lamp.

My feelings towards my father were ambivalent in the extreme. I vacillated between craving his attention and hoping never again to hear his name. Love and hate are not incompatible emotions, I reflected. And while I neither loved nor hated him, I would never be indifferent to the man who had sired me.

And when old words die out on the tongue, new melodies break forth from the heart; and where the old tracks are lost, new country is revealed with its wonders. —Closed Path Rabindranath Tagore

Yes, well, my family are either megalomaniacal villains or royal wastrels who will not acknowledge my existence. Tiberius is worth twenty of any one of them." "I suppose he is," Stoker said slowly. "But make certain he never hears that. I shan't hear the end of it." "Too late," said a cool voice.

Six-year-olds can't be assholes," Mary Alice says. "The fact that you think they can says a lot." "Yeah, it says that you've clearly never met a six-year-old.

I live in a cottage in Yorkshire, where I bake bread and refinish antiques and shock the neighbors with naked tai chi in the garden.

The vicar likes to talk about the great wall that exists in all of us, the end place at which each of us will say 'That is as far as I shall go.' He is very interested in how those walls are formed.

There were cycles in the life of a great house such as ours. When a lord is young, his family is boisterous and the house comes alive. But the wheel turns, as it must, and a quiet settles over the place as softly as a snowfall, muffling its gaiety as the lord ages and his family is flown. And then the wheel turns again and the house his handed over to the new lord and it stirs to life again, sheltering the family as it has so many before.

I know I must go to my fate, as Andromeda to the Kraken, ready to be chained upon the rock and wait for my doom. But there is no heroic Perseus to wing to my rescue. I must break my own chains, Mertensia. Will you help me?

She always gave the impression of great vitality, for she took a keen interest in things.