Diana Wynne Jones Quote

Americans may say they love our accents (I have been accused of sounding 'like Princess Di') but the more thoughtful ones resent and rather dislike us as a nation and people, as friends of mine have f...

Knowing this was the same man from last night now clad again in his hunky knightly armor was a strange aphrodisiac. Yeah, a hot look, no denying.

She needed a distraction. Was that your mother? The splashing stopped. Are you going to converse while I bathe? Why not? Feels rather unseemly. She laughed, picturing him sitting there, shocked and in...

She straightened and crossed her arms. I can’t sleep with you, she blurted.… As you please.As you please? She stepped back, the rough wood of the bench bumping her upper calf. She’d braced herself for...

She led them to their pallets, again encircled by other pallets. She sat down, sighing at her aching muscles, and caught his gaze. You may, er, wrap your arms around me if that will make you feel I am...

So I went to bed, full, happy, and caring nothing for all the hurt of all the englished Welshmen that ever festered upon a proud land

He leaned his head against the rock. Christ, when was the last time he’d seen the humor in life? And now, of all places, in an enemy camp, with a strange woman who made him burn. Burn with desire. Bur...

Here, are the stiffening hills, here, the rich cargoCongealed in the dark arteries,Old veinsThat hold Glamorgan's blood.The midnight miner in the secret seams,Limb, life, and bread.-

His warm breath, smelling of clean spice, stroked her cheek and ear. A thrilling shiver coursed over her, the wound on her arm only a minor sting. Then his lips—those full, sensuous lips—grazed her ja...

He grinned: he’d turned in time to witness her delicate white shoulders dip below the water’s surface. Thankfully, she quickly completed her morning’s ablutions and made a shooing motion with her hand...