Storm and Silence

Knowledge is power is time is money.

Life is not about living the safer option. Life is about living a life worth living.

I would prefer a sword to fight duel, but a pen to plan a war.

Chains of gold are still chains.

Marriage is supposed to be a union between two equals who love and support each other, not a master-slave relationship in which the man commands a docile woman.

A man. A really manly man with a lot of mannishness in his manliness.

And worse, far worse – he wasn't just kissing me. He was making me like it! And he was somehow, by some nefarious chauvinistic manly trick managing to make me kiss him back!

His blue-green eyes were dark pools of immeasurable depth, pools you could drown yourself in and never again come up for air.

Ships are my arrows, the sea my bow, the world my target.

His lips reached mine and enveloped them, soft as velvet and yet unyielding.

Hard. That was what he looked like. That was what you first noticed about him: a hard, chiselled face, like that that of some ancient Greek statue.

You expect me to come and work for you dressed up as a man?” I gasped.

His silent, stony face was only inches away now. He was so near, so terribly near – and then he moved to close the last bit of distance.

It is your choice,” he said, so close to me that our lips were almost touching. “Either do what I say—or get another job.

Then don't you dare tell me my dreams are insane! Because my dreams are what I live for!

She turned the doorknob and pushed - but the door wouldn’t budge. ‘Lillian? Lillian, don't tell me this door is bolted!’ ‘That’s fine,’ I answered in as light a tone as I could manage while frantically unbuttoning Uncle Bufford’s waistcoat. ‘I won’t tell you, I promise.’ ‘Don’t get smart with me, young lady! Is this door bolted?’ ‘You just asked me not to tell you that. So I can’t, even though technically it actually might be true.’ ‘Lillian!

knowledge is power is time is money

I instantly and absolutely mistrusted him. I disliked all men as a matter of principle, but handsome men, especially ones with a strong chin and overbearing manner, were at the top of my ‘things to exterminate to make this world a better place’-list. This particular specimen of manhood in front of me looked like just the kind of fellow who might have come up with the brute force argument.

Life is not about living the safer option,’ I told him sleepily. ‘Life is about living a life worth living.’ ‘You