Quotes from Julia Quinn

Caroline Trent hadn't meant to shoot Percival Prewitt, but she had, and now he was dead. Or at least she thought he was dead.

In this room,in this minite,she was his everything

Every time he thought he knew everything about her, had unwillingly memorized every last detail, something inside her flickered and changed, and he felt himself falling anew.

If he hadn't married Iris, he'd want her for a friend

My dear Miss Bridgerton," he said, wiping his eyes, "if you are the soul of kindness and amiability, then the world must be a very dangerous place.

con-tu-ber-nal(noun). One who occupies the same tent; a tent-fellow, comrade. The thought of Percy Prewitt as my contubernal causes me to break out in hives. -From the personal dictionary of Caroline Trent

Actually, I'm an excellent liar. But what I'm really good at is appearing appropriately sheepish and adorable after I'm caught.

No, Belle needed him. He had to save her from a disastrous marriage. And then, he supposed, he'd simply marry her himself. John wasn't unaware that he was about to pull one of the greatest about-faces in history. He could only hope that Belle would understand that he had realized she'd had been right all along. People made mistakes, didn't they? After all, he wasn't some infallible storybook hero.

Are you certain you'll be happy?" she asked. Eloise smiled ruefully. "It's a little late to wonder, don't you think?" "It might be too late to do anything about it, but it's never too late to wonder.

He closed his eyes. The insides of his eyelids were a brownish black, not at all the same as the thick purple of the night. Darkness had so many colors. It was strange, that, and perhaps a little disquieting. But— ?Oh!? A foot slammed into his left calf, and he opened his eyes just in time to see a woman tumbling backward. Right onto his blanket. He smiled. The gods still loved him.

Sebastian Grey. The worrds rang like a miserable moan in her head. On the list of men she ought not to be kissing, he had to rank at the top, along with the King, Lord Liverpool, and the chimney sweep.

If he heard her, he gave no indication, just went on about "men who take advantage" and "helpless women" and "fates worse than death." Sophie wasn't positive, but she thought she even heard the phrase "roast beef and pudding".

he was helpless against his own devilish nature when it came to this girl

But I wouldn't choose to spend time with them." Sebastian considered this, "Especially my father. As he's dead.

Billie laughed at that, full and throaty, and once again she became so incandescently beautiful that George was half-tempted to throw a blanket over her, just to stop anyone else from wanting her.

He always smelled like warm wood and brandy, even when he hadn't had a drop of drink. Funny how he managed that. Funny how his smell was in her bed. Henry's eyelids fluttered open. Funny how he was in her bed.

she was looking at him as if he'd just dropped fully formed from the sky.

Alex strode through a doorway and kicked the door shut, finally dumping Emma down upon a large four-poster bed. She immediately made a mad dash for the door, but Alex ably blocked her, redeposited her on the bed, crossed the room, and locked the door with a resounding click. "Why you-" Alex tossed the key out the window.

One of his brows lifted in a rather superior manner. "And you wouldn't classify your brothers as rakes?" "They only think they are rakes," she corrected. "There is a considerable difference." Simon snorted. "If Anthony isn't a rake, I pity the woman who meets the man who is." -Simon & Daphne

Francesca couldn't say anything, because that would just make her mother feel even worse, and so instead they stood there as they always did, thinking the same thing but never speaking of it, wondering which of them hurt more.

Thank you for coming over to congratulate me," Penelope said. "I wouldn't have missed this for the world," Lady Danbury said. "Heh heh heh. All these fools, trying to figure out what you did to get him to marry you, when all you really did was be yourself.

What is this 'baronet'?" the prince asked. "Endlessly in between," Harry replied with a sigh. "A bit like purgatory, really.

Bloody hell," Phillip finally burst out. "If you're going to break my legs, would you just go ahead and do it now?

It's good that you can be horrid when neccesary. It's a useful skill." She leaned on her elbow, settling her chin onto her hand. "Funny, my brother never seemed to think so.