Quotes from Anne Mallory

...Go somewhere else. Somewhere safer." Anywhere else. God, please. Or he was likely to do something horribly awful, like surrender his sanity and kiss her.

She waited until Jeremy's footsteps receded. "I didn't know you had a brother." "Now you do." He continued writing. "Do you have any other siblings?" "No." "Parents?" "I didn't crawl out of Hell, if that's what you are asking.

Go somewhere else. Somewhere safer." Anywhere else. God, please. Or he was likely to do something horribly awful, like surrender his sanity and kiss her.

Beauty is something that is hard to debate. Every man thinks his ideal the best. But the wittiest woman rise to the top of this structure, conventional beauty often taking a back seat to a woman possessed of a clever tongue.

I would destroy the city if something happened to you. I can't even bear the thought of it.

How do you define difficult?" "By your presence." She grinned fully, delighted to feel the tension dissipate. "Now you are just flattering me for no reason." He grunted. "On the contrary," she said, as if his grunt had been a worded response. "It was most flattering." He stared at her. "What? Did you think I wouldn't figure out how to interpret your grunts?

Yes. She got into a right state when she realized no one could read them, though. She's setting up some sort of literacy curse. Some of the boys want to know--is that like gypsy magic? Can you curse someone to read?

No one is fine on his own. People just say they are.

Mr. Wiggles seems taken with you." "It tried to urinate on me the other day. I prefer not to be 'taken' by something like that.

Sometimes one appears to have more freedom than one actually possesses. It is easy to see what one wishes to see.

Emotions are lovely. Even if they fall to the negative for a time. The sun will rise again another day. The sadness perhaps never forgotten, but a new day enjoyed in another way. A way that could not have been but for the sadness's existence.

Lies from the closest to you are often the most numerous and paralyzing.

He had little respect for anyone who was not willing to put in the effort required to survive and thrive. Not everyone needed the same driving ambition that had fueled him. That had led him to being possibly the richest man in London without a title in his lineage -- all earned in under a decade. That had given him the power to change lives. But a person needed to have the drive to change his own life.

You read a lot?" Galina finally asked. "Yes. It's an escape into another world." She tried to keep her words light instead of sad, thoughts of her family in her head. "Sometimes that is the best part of a hard day.

Marietta is good for you, Gabriel. I quite like her. Don't be a fool and let her go." "I can do nothing but let her go, John. Sometimes love can only be given by setting someone free.

Sometimes the measure of a person can only be gleaned through his interactions with others.

I suppose I will just have to make sure that I marry someone I look forward to curling around every morning. Whom I can't be without before breakfast. Or in the noon. Whom I need to race home to see after each appointment. Determined to lock her in my rooms, not because I need to hide anything but because I'd just as soon have her all to myself. To look upon her beloved face and hear her lips whisper in my ear.

Some people get dealt all the aces in life.

I never realized Death was so fleet of foot.' 'The fleetest. Always dancing in the shadows.' 'Always waiting for his next partner?' 'Dancing through a long list until he finds the perfect one.

Better to leave dreams behind and go forward with purpose.

Sometimes the world is better off if one always defaults to option number two.

She gifted him with that soft smile. And it did that strange thing to his insides. He would probably lead a revolt against the king if she asked him to do it while wearing that smile.

For someone with so many books and such desire to obtain new copies, you seem awfully ambivalent about them." "I know their power and impact. It is all about perception, is it not, Miss Chase?" She studied him. "I like to think it is about content, Lord Downing. But perception does lay a gloss on the surface. A finger must but swirl beneath.

That if he were killed in the next few weeks, it would assuredly be near her. At her feet, in her bed. Inside of her. Unfortunately, that last thought just made him think that if he had to choose his final moments, being inside Charlotte would really be the way to go.