He must desire the scent of the smoke of their sacrifice.
He is a very cautious man, and he believes wholeheartedly in nothing.
Getting a woman into power is not the point—it’s getting a good woman into power who thinks and cares about what she does.
For these are true boys and they draw dirt to them as if by magic.
For a moment out eyes meet, but we exchange nothing except a grim determination to get this parting over, to get this exile under way, to keep this precious boy safe. I suppose that Jasper is the only...
For a moment I felt the terror. The deep primeval terror of something one does not understand, something which is against nature or, at the least, against everything one has ever seen or known before.
Eyes downcast, she went past me without a glance. Dismissively her gown brushed my knees as if I should have drawn further back, out of her way, as if everyone should always step back to let Anne thro...
Either you have me or not at all. Either you love me or not at all. Either I am all yours or I am nobody’s. I will have no half-measures with you.
But you will break Anne's heart.' 'Her heart has to break and her spirit has to break if she is to be any use to her family.' My mother said coldly
Before God, I love you and cherish you more than anything in the world. Of course I want to marry you. I love you heart and soul.
Because I write women’s history I rarely have the luxury of a full and fair biography to study. Until about 1960 there were very few histories written about women at all, and often I am faced with a b...
At dusk, on the last day of April, I hear a calling noise, like a white-winged barn owl, and I go to my window and push open the shutters and look out. There is a waning moon rising off the horizon, w...
Anne shook her head. I’ll not be safe until she is dead, she said. Just as she will not be safe until I am dead. It is not just a matter now of a man or a throne, it is as if I am her shadow and she i...
A troubadour to a distant mistress.
Window, with Rig trotting
Who are sent to
When i first saw him i thought he was as beautiful as a knight from the romances, like a troubadour, like a poet. I thought i could be like a lady in a tower and he could sing beneath my window andper...
Too weak
Them generally
See her hesitating at the threshold as if she cannot bear to leave him, and I give her a smile, and I stretch out my hand and rest it lightly on her son’s shoulder, a gentle proprietorial touch. Good...