Miranda looked up at him through a haze of desire, her will consumed by a fierce crackling heat, just like the dry twigs of the old woman's fire.
To be ME, Merewyn. These
All cruelty and passion must burn away at last to leave behind them only pity.
But I’m not repentant! The Duke’s voice rose suddenly high and passionate. I love the woman—she is my life—all my bliss.
Wat was a man of action, and his mind darted to practical matters.
My lord - the Duke of Lancaster does not wed his paramour, and one of common stock - how could the King countenance this?Well, he has, said John dryly. Richard at present would countenance far more th...
If no love is, ah God, what feel I so? And if love is, what thing and which is he?
You’ve read some of my stuff? he asked eagerly, adding with bitterness, ‘The Raven,’ I suppose. Such fame as I have appears to rest entirely on the plumage of that gloomy bird.
The new Queen was adept at fostering loyalty by hopes alone
The house of fame, he thought, is built on melting ice, not steel...
Richard looked at the bow-tips that twinkled in the sun, the arrows being slowly notched and pointing down the field at him. He flung his head back and dug the golden spurs of knighthood into his hors...
Presently comfort came to him, and he thought the she had always given him of her strength though he had never quite realised it until now.Glory had passed him by; fame too perhaps would not endure; i...
Miranda was shocked to hear Nicholas speak of slavery in glowing terms, as an efficient agricultural system. This wasn't the South! Yet as she surveyed her employer's strong dark profile in secret fro...
I would have drawn and quartered him, and I hope you do, said Richard, his eyes sparkling.
I have of sorrow so great wound That joy get I never none, Now that I see my lady bright, That I have loved with all my might, Is from me dead, and is agone. Alas, Death, what aileth thee, That thou s...
I am sure that no man asks mercy and grace with true meaning, but if mercy and grace have first been given him.
Her body consented willingly to all that her soul found most abhorrent. As Nicholas had promised, there was a hellish delight in knowing she was damned.
He was all sin and mystery, and Miranda feared the pleasures he offered as she feared the fires of hell. Yet when she succumbed at last, it was not because her body was weak but because her mind was c...
The house of fame, he thought, is built on melting ice, not steel, and rumbles ever with a sound of rumors, while the goddess of fame is as false and capricious as her sister—Fortune.
God's will usually seemed to coincide with her father's, and against this partnership there was no hope of appeal.