If one didn't have love, was it better, then, to be alone?

As his hands moved to his trousers, he saw that she was pulling the bedsheets over her. "Don't," he said, barely recognizing his own voice. Her eyes met his, and he said, "I'll be your blanket".

The girl doesn’t need a violin,” he added. “She needs to have her hands bound so she can never touch an instrument again.

That was very rude of me.” “Think nothing of it. You’ve done worse.

When you walk into a room,” he said softly, “the air changes.

Did you know I have always suspected that men were idiots," Daphne ground out, "but I was never positive until today.

He sucked his lips in an attempt not to laugh. "Aren't you Spanish?" She raised one arm in a salute. "Viva la Queen Isabella!" "I see. Then why are you speaking with a French accent?