I could not do it. I would not do it. I sat back on my heels with the book in my hand with the light of the fire flickering and dying down and realized that not even in mortal danger could I bring mys...
I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't do anything but think about him. At night I dream of him, all day I wait to see him, and when I do see him my heart turns over and I think I will faint with desire.
I believe that a desire and a prayer and a spell are all the same thing, I say. When you pray, you know that you want something, that’s always the first step. To let yourself know that you want someth...
I am old enough to be married twice. I am old enough to be bedded without tenderness or consideration. I am old enough to face death in the confinement room and be told that my own mother--my own moth...
I am not a yard of ribbon. I am not a leg of ham. I am not for sale to anyone.
However heart-stopping his smile and however honest his eyes, however much I think of him as a boy fired to greatness by his own ambition, I cannot trust him.
How? I murmur. It feels as if I am talking in my sleep, floating down a stream of sleep. How can I conquer the worst fear?You just decide, she says simply. Just decide that you are not going to be a f...
His weight is on me; he is pushing me down. I turn my head away but his mouth is on my neck, my breast; I am panting with desire, and then I feel, unexpectedly, a sudden rush of anger at the realizati...
He is my brother. She is my sister. Come what will, they are my kin.
He has such kind eyes. Certainly he has eyes, but they do not have the power of emotion, only of sight.
He has lost his print upon the earth; he has lost any fire.
He had that York gift, didn’t he? he presses me. Of making people love him? Like your father King Edward did? Like you have? It’s a blessing, there’s no real sense to it. It’s just that some men have...
Have you ever wondered, Anne, in your untiring dance of seduction, whether you might not be dancing to Henry's tune instead of your own? I know how clever you are. How enticing. People whisper the wor...
Gwyneth looks at me. What does it say? she asks.Nothing, I say. The lie comes to my mouth so swiftly that it must have been put there by God to help me, and therefore it does not count as a lie at all...
Good Evening , Sir John. I hope that you will accept a little gift from me.'I should be honored, Your Majesty.'I want to give you a little carved stool from my privy chambers. A pretty little piece fr...
God does not make the way smooth for those He loves. He sends hardships to try them. Those that God loves the best are those who suffer the worst.
Go with the knowledge that I will think of you every time I lift your boy from his bed, every time I kneel for my prayers, every time I order my horse, every hour of every day.
For most of my life i have been adored by fools and hated by people of good sense, and they all make up stories about me in which I am either a saint or a whore. But I am above these judgments, I am a...
First you have to know the emptiness of your womb, of your arms, of your heart. That can hurt. You have to have the courage to look at yourself and know the loss that you feel. Then you have to change...
Every woman has to have something which singles her out, which catches the eye, which makes her the center of attention.