Will ye come with me?” he whispered. And she answered without hesitation. “Yes, please.

There are no heroes on the battlefield, my lady; there are only survivors.

If I'm good enough to bed, surely I'm good enough to wed.

Do you love me Hero?" His pale green eyes were full of torment. "Do you love me like I love you?

Now, now," said Vale in a sickeningly sweet voice reminiscent of a nursery nanny. "I already gave him a drubbing for courting Emmie."Reynaud raised his eyebrows. "You did?""He did not," Hartley said even as Vale nodded happily. "I threw him down the stairs."Vale pursed his lips and looked skyward. "Not my recollection, but I can see how your memory of the event may've become hazy.

Dear God. She ached, wanting something that she knew was a sin. Wanting a man who was sin itself.

Shhh.” He put a finger to her lips. “Hear me out. I cannot deny that I would've liked to have made babies with you. A little girl with your hair and eyes would've been the delight of my life. But it is you that I want primarily, not mythical children. I can survive the loss of something I've never had. I cannot survive losing you. (Winter Makepeace)