Interesting, he later reflected, was perhaps not the correct word.By the time he and Henry arrived back at the house for their midday meal-a scrumptious bowl of hot, sticky porridge-he had mucked out the stable stalls, milked a cow, been pecked by three separate hens, weeded a vegetable garden, and fallen into a trough.
Julia QuinnThere are moments in a woman's life when her heart flips in her chest, when the world suddenly seems uncommonly pink and perfect, when a symphony can be heard in the tinkle of a doorbell.
Julia QuinnIn every life there is a turning point. A moment so tremendous, so sharp and clear that one feels as if one's been hit in the chest, all the breath knocked out, and one knows, absolutely knows without the merest hint of a shadow of a doubt that one's life will never be the same.
Julia QuinnIt was funny, he reflected later, how oneโs life could alter in an instant, how one minute everything could be a certain way, and the next itโs simply ... not
Julia QuinnAnd if you say that's because you lot barged into her home like a herd of mentally deficient sheep, I'm disowning all three of you.
Julia Quinn