One life is all we have and we live it as we believe in living it. But to sacrifice what you are and to live without belief, that is a fate more terrible than dying.
Cannibals? Who is not a cannibal? I tell you it will be more tolerable for the Fejee that salted down a lean missionary in his cellar against a coming famine; it will be more tolerable for that provident Fejee, I say, in the day of judgement, than for thee, civilized and enlightened gourmand, who nailest geese to the ground and feastest on their bloated livers in thy pate de fois gras.
How does a woman gain such wisdom in only twenty-nine years?” Gordon asked, escorting her across the lawns toward the mansion.“The same way a man does.“Which is?Lady Keely cast him an ambiguous smile. “Either you are born with wisdom, my lord, or you make dowithout it...
Stored personal memories along with handed down collective memories of stories, legends, and history allows us to collate our interactions with a physical and social world and develop a personal code of survival. In essence, we all become self-styled sages, creating our own book of wisdom based upon our studied observations and practical knowledge gleaned from living and learning. What we quickly discover is that no textbook exist how to conduct our life, because the world has yet to produce a perfect person – an ideal observer – whom is capable of handing down a concrete exemplar of epistemic virtues. We each draw upon the guiding knowledge, theories, and advice available for us in order to explore the paradoxes, ironies, inconsistencies, and the absurdities encountered while living in a supernatural world. We mold our personal collection of information into a practical practicum how to live and die. Each day we define and redefine who we are, determine how we will react today, and chart our quest into an uncertain future.
It is too late for me to learn your wisdom in this matter. From the time I knew aught, I have lived with a knight and his lady whose love lit and warmed the dark hall on winter's nights. Madam, my example comes not from any book of romance. My grandparents walked and breathed; they kissed and quarreled. This I must have, and I will seek it with the point of my knife in a bad husband's heart if I can find it no other way.
In our twenties, when there is still so much time ahead of us, time that seems ample for a hundred indecisions, for a hundred visions and revisions—we draw a card, and we must decide right then and there whether to keep that card and discard the next, or discard the first card and keep the second. And before we know it, the deck has been played out and the decisions we have just made will shape our lives for decades to come.
Damn, you're good,' he said and rolled onto his back. The man wasn't much for flowery speech, Alesandra thought with a smile. It didn't matter. She was arrogantly proud of herself because she'd pleased him. Perhaps she should give him a little praise too. She rolled onto her side to face him, put her hand on his chest directly over his pounded heart, and whispered. 'You're good, too. 'Tis the truth, you're the best I've ever had.' He opened his eyes to look at her. 'I'm the only one you've ever had, remember?' His voice was gruff with affection. 'I remember,' she said. 'No other man is ever going to touch you, Alesandra. You're mine.
If I am never to have you again after this night, this moment, you will remain the wife of my soul. Keeper of my heart.
You are correct in saying that desires often come from things we cannot easily gain - mine, being that of your love. By all accounts, I do wish I could steal it. But I am not that sort of man. I will wait. Forever and a day...I will wait.
I want to talk to you. I want to listen to you. I want to walk with you and, yes, I want you in my bed. That's what I want today. That's what I'll want in a hundred years. If you promise to be my wife forever, I will pledge myself to your happiness.
He wants a fifteen thousand pound settlement.Fifteen thousand!He says you're a great deal of trouble.She hesitated for one startled moment before choking back a laugh.I am.I thought so. He leveled Drew a look. If I pay you the fifteen thousand, do you swear to keep her?Drew reared back his head. Forever?Her father scowled. Forever.Oh, I suppose. He gave a long-suffering sigh. If I must.She bit the insides of her cheeks to keep from laughing outright.
I've fallen in love with you. I love you even now when you sit before me with the eyes of a wolf. So take pity upon the fool I have become. I forgot it was only a bargain between us.
Watching him, his hands buried in his pockets—to keep from circling her neck she supposed—she couldn't help but marvel at the curious mix of Southern courtesy and male arrogance, the natural assumption he shouldered of being lawfully in control. Engaging in a moral battle isn't always hazardous to one's health, you know.Doesn't look like it's doing wonders for yours.Saints be praised, it can actually be rewarding.Looking over his shoulder, he halted in the middle of the room. Irish.I beg your pardon?You. Irish. The green eyes, the tiny bit of red in your hair. Is Connor your real name?Yes, why... she said, stammering. Bloody hell. Of course.Liar.She felt the slow, hot roll of color cross her cheeks. What could that possibly have to do with anything?I don't know, but I have a feeling it means something. It's the first I've heard come out of that sassy mouth of yours that didn't sound like some damned speech. He tapped his head, starting to pace again. What I wonder is, where are you in there?
That first scream, my lord, was indeed your daughter, my wife, and if you kill me, your grandchild will be quite without a father. Won't you come in?
Where are you going?To get my Bible.Right now? You can't get your Bible out right now! I'm, I'm, we're just about to...She'd never be able to go through with this if he got out his Bible. She wiped all humor from her face.I believe you. Proverbs 5:18. Rejoice, relish, and romp with your husband.He chuckled. I'm serious, Connie, and I won't have you feeling ashamed or unclean over anything we do in that bed, tonight or any other night.I won't. I feel unashamed and very clean. I promise. But please don't get out that Bible.What? Think you that God can't see us right now?Groaning, she slid off his lap and covered her face with her hands. He sunk to his knees in front of her, drawing her hands down.I love you. You love me. We are man and wife. God is watching, Connie, and He is very, very pleased.
You were kidnapped not?I was kidnapped.You were forced not into marriage?I was forced into marriage.You want not an annulment?I want not an annulment.
Lord Randall barreled inside, brandishing his cane in Drew's face.You beggarly knave, I was told this marriage was in name only! Who gave you permission to consummate the vows?Theodore Hopkin, governor of this colony, representative of the kind, and it's going to cost you plenty, for that daughter of yours is nothing but trouble. What in the blazes were you thinking to allow her an education?Drew bit back his smile at the man's shocked expression. Nothing like landing the first punch.Lord Randall furrowed his bushy gray brows.I knew not about her education until it was too late.Drew straightened the cuffs of his shirt. Well, be prepared to pay dearly for it. No man should have to suffer through what I do with the constant spouting of the most addlepated word puzzles you could imagine.-----------------------------------------I require fifteen thousand pounds.Lord Randall spewed ale across the floor. What! Surely drink has tickled your poor brain. You're a FARMER, you impudent rascal. I'll give you five thousand.Drew plopped his drink onto the table at his side, its contents sloshing over the rim. A satisfied smile broke across his face.Excellent. He stood.When will you take her back to England with you? Today? Tomorrow?The old man's red-rimmed eyes widened. I cannot take her back. Why, she's already birthed a child! Drew shrugged. Fifteen thousand or I send her AND the babe back, with or without you.
He watched her for her reaction, or possibly watched her just to watch, his eyes hooded by his lashes and his mouth impassive. A faceless man—such as the one she had dreamed of since she was a child—his identity not obscured by mist or flying sand or swirling dust, but by a mask he readily employed whenever he wished. As a shutter closed against a gale. Closed against her, no matter the impact of his words. He seemed to speak them against his will, just as he seemed to care for her against his will.
She wondered how a man could look into a woman’s eyes and lie so completely, so convincingly. She wondered how he could have looked and not seen the love that had glowed there, the blind faith, the unconditional devotion. She wondered how he would sleep at night, knowing he had betrayed her so effortlessly.
I love you, Louise Downe McCord. You drive me absolutely crazy sometimes, and this is one of those times, but I love you.
Their daughter scrunched up her hands and legs, waving them wildly in the air. He opened his palm, allowing the babe to kick his hand.Is she like a puppy?Constance choked. What!He looked up. Will she get her spots later?Laughter bubbled up from within her as she playfully whacked him on the shoulder. Yes. Yes, I'm afraid she will. As soon as the sun touches her skin, the freckles will appear.A delicious two-dimple grin spread across his face. Good. I find I'm rather partial to freckled redheads.
Thought you didn't like red hair.One of Drew's dimples kicked in as he draped an arm about Grandma's shoulder. Must have me confused with someone else, but I'm not surprised. Seems to happen to most of the older set at some point or other.
Look. Isn't he beautiful?Drew's expression softened. Ah, Nellie. He's bald, pink, and has no teeth. What's so beautiful about that?Nellie's laugh tinkled out like musical chimes while she covered the babe back up.
Bitter disappointment pushed tears from her eyes.Now what's wrong? I said you could wear it.She drew in a shaky breath.I w-wanted you to l-like my dreeessssss.He moved his gaze over her.The gown makes my mouth water, love.
Sneezeweed, Drew?He grinned. Jealous?Surprised.Remind me, and I'll have a talk with Gerald. Give him a few tips.Promise?Absolutely.
Time is tick, tick, ticking away. How many souls will I capture today? Will they be a challenge or will they be given? Only time will tell as the clock keeps tick, tick, ticking. Your god has arrived with enough hatred for y’all, with enough evil for the big and small, so come one, come all. I will shred your souls and place them in my satchel, call you a settler and make you my peddler. Come one, come all, come stand behind your god. I will lead you into the darkness of Earth's end. Come one, come all, my wilted flowers, come claim your title, speak out and cheer it. Come one, come all, let’s have a ball, my wilted flowers . . . Sweet, Unconquerable Spirits.
Katie shook her head in dismay. “I thought being poor was the worst thing that could happen to a girl.”“No, Katie,” the countess said in a clear voice. “The worst thing is to be in love with one man and have to marry another.”Katie O'Reilly to the Countess of Marbury in Titanic Rhapsody
Skip your fancy talk, Captain Lord Blackthorn. If I do your bidding, and I’m still discussing that with the Almighty, it will only be to save my arse.” Katie O'Reilly to Captain Lord Jack Blackthorn in Titanic Rhapsody
I was born Katie O’Reilly,” she began. “Poor Irish, but proud of it. I boarded the Titanic at Queenstown as a third class passenger with nothing more than the clothes on my back. And the law at my heels.” Titanic Rhapsody
A hand stole around her mouth, silencing her, then his lips parting her tumbled hair: “The walls have ears.”She blinked, and for the first time, looked around. A thin beam of light beneath what may have been a door. That was all. When he released her, she endeavored to match his own, barely audible tone. “Do the walls understand English?
If there was one thing that made Captain Lord Jack Blackthorn smile more than holding a pretty woman in his arms, it was a winning hand at cards. To his dismay at the moment he had neither.
Ho! Wise men say, 'He who hath not a good and ready memory should never meddle in telling lies.'Drew smiled. I have a good and ready memory.
You were so intent on what your purpose would be. I remember it nearly word for word.Recite it for me then, my Lainna.She smiled a warm, soft smile, and her eyes filled with light.You would waken in your bedchamber with your lady beside you...
I may not have journeyed to other lands, but a trip through the fairy glade is a journey few others have taken, and fewer still have spoken of. I will look forward to taking you with me, Killian. You will see why I always feel the need to return.He was not remotely certain he would ever share her sentiments.