I will learn to smile at my enemies.
I shall be dark and French and fashionable and difficult. And you shall be sweet and open and English and fair. What a pair we shall be! What man can resist us?
I put the charm bracelet away in the purse and return it to my jewel case. I don't need a spell to foresee the future; I am going to make it happen.
He is a young man with a future of power and opportunity and we are young women destined to be either wives and mothers at the very best, or spinster parasites at the worst.
As I say—it’s not the plague. It’s this new illness. They call it the sweating sickness, a new plague that King
And I am much attached to my cock, brother. Make sure your sister can put another prince in the cradle, he says baldly. Save my balls for her, Anthony!
A woman who loved him would have to learn obedience, and I was not yet ready to be an obedient wife.
The smell of him and the touch of his skin, I feel my desire for him rise again and we move together.
The bird sings as if to say that delight is easy, for those who desire it
Pillion saddle on Archibald’s horse and a man-at-arms lifts
Eager
You are lucky in your looks, she says. Your mother was always a beauty and you are very like her: fair, slender, skin like a rose petal and that wonderful hair, gold and bronze all at once. Undoubtedl...
We would never meet. I would never have to see them. They were a life I had left behind. I could cut myself in two and say: That was the old life, the old life with her; it is gone now, all gone.
We fell asleep wrapped in each other as if we could not bear to part, even in sleep we could not bear to let each other go.
Twelfth night, of all the nights of the year, is one where shapes shift and identities flicker.
To stop us reading forbidden books they will have to burn every manuscript. But to stop us thinking forbidden thoughts they will have to cut off our heads.
This is what I feared would come; this is what I have dreaded. It is not very bright and honorable as you have always thought it; it is not like a ballad. It is a muddle and a mess, and a sinful waste...
There was no question now who sat at the right hand of the King. It was the Queen, who walked through the great hall wearing deepest crimson and gold with her head high and a little smile on her lips....
The moonlight on the water outside the chamber window throws the reflection of ripples onto the whitewashed ceiling of the room, so they look as if they are underwater, floating with Melusina in the f...
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