Slowly his resistance ebbed. She felt the change in his body, the relaxing of tension, his shoulders curving around her as if he could draw her into himself. Murmuring her name, he brought her hand to his face and nuzzled ardently into her palm, his lips brushing the warm circlet of her gold wedding band. “My love is upon you,” he whispered…and she knew then that she had won.

And I wonder how Gage knew this is what my soul has craved. He turns me to face him, his eyes searching. It occurs to me that no one in my life has ever concerned himself so thoroughly with my happiness.

Be careful dear that you don’t end up as the queen of a lonely kingdom

She was everything he'd ever wanted, beauty and fire arching against his despoiling hands.

I’ve never had any objection to appearing depraved or villainous. But I draw the line at looking like a prize idiot.

Oh, I have a very pure soul. It's only my private parts that have gotten me into trouble".

For God's sake, Marks, do you think anyone really wants a glance at those dried-up matchsticks you call legs?