“ She flapped her hands, anxious energy coursing through her. How can you be so calm? He got to his feet, unfolding with an easy grace. He held out a hand, his dark eyes focused solemnly on hers. Come w… Angela Quarles
“ 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… Angela Quarles
“ 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… Angela Quarles
“ 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… Angela Quarles
“ 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… Angela Quarles
“ In the South of Spain, one could look to vice as quickly as to virtue for a sense of tradition. Norman Mailer
“ It was the French of the Normans that, grafting itself onto the barbaric Saxon tongue, gave it its most magnificent blossoming. And, in these new countries, where both English and French are intertwin… Jean-Christophe Valtat
