England's Perfect Hero

I had a thought," Bradshaw said into the silence. "Amazing," Tristan returned dryly.

I'll be back at sea by then," Bradshaw put in, "so I'll comfort myself with the knowledge that you'll name the infant after me." "I don't think 'Half-wit' will pass muster with Georgie, but I'll let her know that's your suggestion.

Roses," Georgiana repeated, her thoughtful gaze touching his. "It's about time one of the Carroway men decided to cultivate something other than their poor reputations.

I would die again for you, Lucinda," he murmured. "I don't want you to die for me. I want you to live." Pulling his face down, she kissed him. Again and again, until he kissed her back with growing passion and until his body stopped shuddering. "I love you," she whispered against his mouth, knowing he wouldn't—couldn't—say it, himself. And then he surprised her. "I love you, Lucinda," he whispered back. "I wish I could be what you want.” “She lifted her head to look him in his deep blue eyes. "You are what I want, Robert. Even before I knew.

I wish you'd tell me when we're having friends over for luncheon." "I would, if they would tell me.

Increase of knowledge only discovered to me more clearly what a wretched outcast I was. —The Monster, Frankenstein

I've found that it's easier to be pleasant when there's less need to be so.

Talking to yourself?" Her father turned the corner of the house to join her amid the rows of roses. Sneaking was evil, she decided. "No. I was… just conversing with the new rosebush," she stammered, feeling her cheeks warm. "Ah. And did it answer?" "I believe it to be shy." "If it everdoesanswer, you will inform me, won't you ?" "Very amusing.

And even though he enjoyed being around her, he resisted her, because he was supremely aware that he wasn't the old Robert any longer; he was Bit, a piece of what he'd once been.

On nights like this, when he rode out from the dark, silent house to the dark, deserted park, he could forget. He could be nothing but a solitary rider on a fast horse, wind in his face and the world open around him. No walls, no bars, no quiet weeping or screams or death. None of that could catch him. On a night like this, none of it could find him.