Noah, if we were to get married, you couldn’t date anymore.
Do you honestly believe I would have instructed the man to pay attention to what I was saying if I’d known all the while that he is the King of Scotland?
She drooled on his neck. The groom didn’t find out her true age until the barrister began the reading of the conditions for their union. His bride was four years old.
Lady Johanna, there is always more than one way into a keep.
Odysseus and his soldiers to certain destruction. Odysseus.
But, the giant wasn’t a god or a demon. He was just a man, very primitive and frightening, yet still just a man. Besides, anyone with a pinch of sense knew women were smarter than men.
You kill a cockroach, Pete. You don’t domesticate him.
Her computer was still in the bag she was carrying, so it was safe. She rushed to her closet to check the cubby where she hid her backup drive. It was exactly where she’d left it.
Hate the sin, not the sinner.
She was bringing Laird Ramsey Sinclair’s brother home to him,” he replied.
Vengeance is mine sayeth the Lord. Was Father Tom thinking about vengeance now? The possibility amused him. Perhaps the next time he went to confession he would ask him. A priest should understand. That was his job, wasn’t it? To understand and forgive? Maybe understanding would come with death.
Evil is the man who has known honor and discarded it.
The young fought sleep, she thought, but the old relished it, and at the moment, she felt absolutely ancient.
She was a refreshing diversion in perfection.
She nodded. Nick opened the door, but she paused on the threshold. “Noah? What’s your last name? “Clayborne,” he answered. “Noah Clayborne.
When you’re right, you’re right.” “That’s it?” He was suddenly furious with her and didn’t care that it showed. Damn it, she had told him she loved him, and after a one-minute argument, she caved. What the hell kind of love was that? “That’s all you have to say?” “No, actually there is one more thing I’d like to mention.” “Yeah? What’s that?” “You’re an idiot.
You can’t love someone without trust.
All warriors have scars. They’re marks of valor.
A wife must do whatever her husband orders her to do.” The command didn’t sit well with her. “This wife doesn’t.” “Damn it, Gillian, don’t turn stubborn on me.” “A husband doesn’t curse in his wife’s presence.” “This husband does,” he snapped.
On a horse? I was married on a horse? Gillian looked like she could kill the groom.
Men were far more delicate to deal with than women were, she thought to herself. Their pride made the most reasonable solutions difficult.