You're bruised, as ugly as one of your Cyclops, and I can barely stand to look at you." - Duncan to Madelyne.

You have many flaws, he announced... “But there was one flaw that made all the other imperfections pale in comparison.” “Was?” she asked. “I don't have this flaw any longer?” “No, you don't.” “Pray tell,” she muttered in exasperation, “what was this terrible flaw?” He grinned. “You used to be English.

My wife." "By what name is she called, Kincaid?" "Mine.

Isabelle, it's all right for you to be a little afraid, but you should also be very excited and joyful, too. You're about to bring a new life into this world." "I would rather Winslow do it.

I love historical romance, absolutely love it.

A woman can't do anything about her appearance. Either she's pretty or she isn't. But her character is quite another matter.

Brenna jumped to her feet the second Father Sinclair entered the chamber. "I'm so happy to see you," she cried out. "Be happy sitting down," Jamie ordered, hovering over her patient like a mother hen.