She was petite, small in that way that made a man want to slay dragons.

I keep waiting for the day in which everyone who loves Downton Abbey will realize they were actually watching a historical romance novel.

To call that writing, madam, is an insult to quills and ink across the world.

I don't know whether to toss you through that window or shake your hand and say 'Well done'" Henry said in a tired voice.

Oh, Elizabeth," he murmured, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on her mouth, "I love you so much. You must believe me." "I believe you," she said softly, "because in your eyes, I see what I feel in my heart.

He wondered if she'd mind if he threw her down on the blanket and tore off her clothing. (..) She looked heartbreakingly innocent. Alex sighed. She'd probably mind.

A duel, a duel, a duel. Is there anything more exciting, more romantic ... or more utterly moronic?