He still didn’t know why the frog hadn’t killed him.
He sighed, rubbing his cheek against the pillow. He could see Hector still, in his mind’s eye. Dark-haired and blue-eyed, tender-mouthed, always smiling.
He shook his head and squeezed my hand tight. You are my courage, as I am your conscience, he whispered, You are my heart-- I am your compassion. We are neither of us whole, alone. Do ye not know that...
He said there was always an hour in the day when time seems to stop—but that it was different for everyone. He thought it might be the hour when one was born.
He said the truth is the truth, and people should take responsibility for their own actions, which is right.
He raised one brow, cool and reserved; he had been shocked, too, but the shock was wearing off. I cannot see that I am under any particular obligation to do so, he said.
He noticed my slight shifting and rose at once himself, donning his banyan before fetching my own dressing gown—which, I saw with a sense of unease, some kindly hand had hung over a chair to warm befo...
He heard Fraser beg for mercy, imagined himself disdaining, haughty. He thought these things, and the spiked object turned over in his guts, piercing him with self-disgust. Whatever he might once have...
He had touched a great snake once, a python that a friend of his uncle’s had brought from the Indies, and that was what it had been like, Fraser’s touch, lithe and smooth and horribly powerful, moving...
He had never seen a woman look like that, he thought, fascinated despite his worry for Henry. She had tied back her outrageous hair and wrapped her head carefully in a cloth like a Negro slave woman....
He had changed, of course, but the change was subtle; as though he had been put into an oven and baked to a hard finish. He looked as though both muscle and skin had drawn in just a bit, grown closer...
He had a diplomat’s face; almost anything could have been going on behind that facade of handsome amiability. I went on staring at him, though, and he let the mask drop—a flash of knowledge lit the li...
He felt shocked—and rather disapproving. He was more shocked still to realize this and did his best to dismiss the feeling; it wasn’t his business to be shocked, and even if it were … well, it had bee...
He felt oddly comfortable with the man, he realized, with a feeling of surprise. Part of it was sheer fatigue, of course; all his usual reactions and feelings were numbed by the long night and the str...
He felt me wake, and drew me close, as though to preserve a moment longer the union we had reached in those last seconds of our perilous joining. I curled beside him, putting my arms around him. He op...
He felt both elated and peaceful, almost valedictory: a strange state of mind to experience in the wake of a funeral. Part of it was Charlie, of course, and the knowledge that he had not failed his de...
He could not help himself; whether it brought him comfort or misery, he felt he had no choice now but to speak of Fraser—and Quarry was the only man in London to whom he could so speak.
Grey was thinking that Lieutenant Rimes was equally likely to rise to great heights in his service or to be court-martialed and hanged at Execution Dock, but he kept these thoughts to himself.
Grey stood up as they came in, Azeel hovering protectively behind Rodrigo. The young man stopped, taking a deep breath before bowing deeply to the gentlemen. Your…servant. Sah, he said to Grey, and th...
Grey seized him by the shoulders, seeking to ease him back. Henry, my dear. Do forgive me. I didn’t mean—