Noah, if we were to get married, you couldn’t date anymore.
It’s a sin to hate, and for that reason alone, we must not hate the Normans... We can, however, thoroughly dislike them, Alice.
Madelyne, we’re married now. ‘Tis a usual occurrence to bed one’s wife on the wedding night.
You’re bruised, as ugly as one of your Cyclops, and I can barely stand to look at you.” – Duncan to Madelyne.
But she would never forget Brodick... or the spontaneous kiss he’d given her that had meant nothing to him and everything to her.
Iain didn’t know what to say to her. They had all asked an incredible amount from her. She was such an innocent, too. Hell, she wasn’t even married, and yet they’d demanded she deliver a baby. He wasn’t even certain if she knew how Isabelle had conceived the babe.
Some men just don’t cotton to the notion of being tied down to one woman.
She started three wars in the first wee.
Education isn’t just about feeding the brain. Art and music feed the heart and soul.
If you begin to give away parts of yourself, eventually you’ll give it all. And once you’ve lost yourself, haven’t you lost everything?
A woman can’t do anything about her appearance. Either she’s pretty or she isn’t. But her character is quite another matter.
One whisper, added to a thousand others, becomes a roar of discontent.
I just want to make people smile.
For though Duncan was a mere mortal, flawed as well, he’d accomplished a daring feat. Aye, he’d captured an angel. And she belonged to him.
The man irritated her just like a rash.
Everything is your fault. You made me fall in love with you, and now I’m so upset I can’t think or sleep or eat.
Douglas: You really got to stop doing that. Isabel: Doing what? Douglas: Getting prettier everyday.
Lady Madelyne had sealed her own fate. She’d warmed his feet.