Whitney: You black-hearted, treacherous, conniving scoundrel. Clayton: Your flattery warms my heart

It would have hurt no matter who took you the first time.

If I had a hundred kingdoms, I would trade them all for you, my dearest love. I was nothing until you.

Because,” he said quietly as she stood up, “until you walked into it, this was an ordinary garden.” Puzzled, Elizabeth tipped her head. “What is it now?” “Heaven.

Royce Westmoreland stared at him with biting scorn. "I despise hypocrisy, particularly when it is coated with holiness." "May I ask for a specific example?" "Fat priests," Royce replied, "with fat purses, who lecture staving peasants on the dangers of gluttony and the merits of poverty.

Let me go.” “I can’t”, he said hoarsely, (…)” I’ve tried a hundred times to let you go, Victoria, but I can’t.

Missing you? I could cheerfully murder you.