Jack’s throat worked as he looked out across the waves. How much of a chance do you think she has against the Gardener?Miss Gwen didn’t belittle or make light of his concerns. The man’s twisty; I’ll g...
Jack’s fingers closed around her shoulders. Jane could feel his labored breaths, the ragged movement of his chest. You show up looking like that—wearing his dress, his jewels, his perfumes. What in th...
If you don’t mind my interrupting your no doubt fascinating private conversation, said Richard, lifting a blond brow, there have been some inquiries as to why our guest is not bound.Or trussed, contri...
From far across the sea I come,Through fire, frost,and blazing sun,That you might, with your own fair hand,Enjoy the bounties of my land- Emma Delagardie and Augustus WhittlesbyAmericanus, A masque in...
Crossing my arms over my chest, I said, a little too heartily, So this is the library. There certainly couldn’t be any doubt on that score; never had a room so resembled popular preconception. The wal...
You, said Henrietta, regarding the Gardener with the sort of venom usually reserved for people who ignore the queue at lending libraries. What are you doing here?The Gardener doffed his hat. Lady Henr...
Things turn up in strange places all the time. For example library books, which possess a disconcerting ability to move from place to place, seemingly of their own volition.
I won’t do you the injustice of asking you to take my word. Words are cheap.
Because I like you, she blurted out, and realized that for once it was true. It was a rather unsettling revelation. You’re . . . , well, you. Not just a body on a balcony, not just a pair of lips to b...
Amy tugged Edouard across the courtyard towards the carriage. A great deal of tugging was required; Edouard eyed the filth on the cobbles with extreme distaste, mincing in Amy’s wake with all the care...
A basket of wildflowers on Jane’s arm testified to a walk along the grounds, but she bore no sign of outdoor exertion. No creases dared to settle in the folds of her muslin dress; her pale brown hair...
The French just said he was a damned nuisance. Or they would have had they the good fortune to speak English. Instead being French they were forced to say it in their own language.
It is a truth universally acknowledged that time moves differently for men.
Imagination was all very well in the daylight, but it was an uncomfortable thing late at night.
If you don’t like the teaching and you don’t like the research – why are you doing this? Because it’s what I thought I wanted six years ago.
He turned as she entered, barely visible in the dusky room. Am I to wish you happy?Jane stopped short. After all these weeks together, everything they had shared. That’s all? That’s all you have to sa...