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“You will like her," he persisted. "Egad, she's after your own heart, maman! She shot me in the arm."

"Voyons, do you think that is what I like?”
― Georgette Heyer Devil's Club, Devil's Cub

“My definition of man is a cooking animal. The beasts have memory, judgement, and the faculties and passions of our minds in a certain degree; but no beast is a cook.”
― James Boswell, The Journals, 1762-95

“I believe yours is the only wisdom, Demelza.”
― Winston Graham, Jeremy Poldark

“I'm accustomed to reading Georgian and Victorian letters and sometimes you simply know in your gut that a blithe sentence is covering up a deeper emotion.”
― Sara Sheridan

“- แƒ‘แƒแƒ แƒแƒขแƒ”แƒ‘แƒ แƒ‘แƒแƒ แƒแƒขแƒ”แƒ‘แƒแƒ�, แƒกแƒขแƒ แƒ”แƒ‘แƒแƒ’แƒแƒ� - แƒ›แƒฎแƒ”แƒ“แƒ•แƒแƒ แƒ˜ แƒฌแƒแƒ›แƒแƒ“แƒ’แƒ�, - แƒœแƒแƒ™แƒšแƒ”แƒ‘แƒ�, แƒ›แƒ”แƒขแƒ˜, แƒกแƒแƒจแƒฃแƒแƒšแƒ� - แƒกแƒฃแƒšแƒ”แƒ แƒ—แƒ˜แƒ. แƒ–แƒแƒ›แƒ”แƒ‘แƒ˜ แƒžแƒ˜แƒ แƒแƒ‘แƒ˜แƒ—แƒ˜แƒ�, แƒกแƒแƒ–แƒฆแƒ•แƒ แƒ”แƒ‘แƒ� - แƒแƒ แƒ”แƒฃแƒšแƒ˜.”
― Andrzej Sapkowski

“แƒฅแƒ•แƒ”แƒกแƒ™แƒœแƒ”แƒšแƒจแƒ˜ แƒกแƒ˜แƒ›แƒจแƒ•แƒ˜แƒ“แƒ˜แƒ� แƒ“แƒ˜แƒ“แƒ”แƒ‘แƒฃแƒšแƒ”แƒ‘แƒแƒ� แƒ•แƒ”แƒ� แƒจแƒ”แƒ˜แƒชแƒœแƒแƒ�, แƒญแƒแƒแƒ‘แƒแƒ“ แƒ’แƒ”แƒกแƒแƒฎแƒ”แƒ‘แƒ แƒ“แƒ แƒกแƒฃแƒšแƒก แƒ’แƒ˜แƒฎแƒฃแƒ—แƒแƒ•แƒก. แƒ˜แƒฅแƒแƒฃแƒ แƒ˜ แƒกแƒ˜แƒ›แƒจแƒ•แƒ˜แƒ“แƒ” แƒœแƒ’แƒ แƒ”แƒ•แƒ˜แƒกแƒ™แƒ”แƒœ แƒ’แƒ˜แƒ•แƒ˜แƒซแƒ’แƒ”แƒ‘แƒ�. แƒ—แƒ˜แƒ—แƒฅแƒแƒก แƒแƒ› แƒœแƒ’แƒ แƒ”แƒ•แƒแƒ�, แƒ‘แƒแƒšแƒแƒ� แƒ›แƒแƒ˜แƒœแƒ� แƒกแƒ˜แƒ›แƒจแƒ•แƒ˜แƒ“แƒ” แƒแƒ  แƒ›แƒแƒกแƒ“แƒ”แƒ•แƒ“แƒ”แƒ�, แƒแƒฆแƒแƒœแƒ� แƒ›แƒ™แƒ•แƒ“แƒแƒ แƒ� แƒ“แƒ แƒฃแƒ™แƒแƒชแƒ แƒ˜แƒ”แƒšแƒ� แƒกแƒ˜แƒ›แƒจแƒ•แƒ˜แƒ“แƒ””
― แƒœแƒแƒขแƒ แƒ“แƒแƒ•แƒ˜แƒ—แƒแƒจแƒ•แƒ˜แƒšแƒ�

“She was up again at that.
"In love? You? Nonsense! Nonsense! Nonsense! You do not know what the word means. You are like a--like a fish, with no more love in you than a fish, and no more heart than a fish, and--"
"Spare me the rest, I beg. I am very clammy, I make no doubt, but you will at least accord me more brain than a fish?”
― Georgette Heyer, The Black Moth

“Unfortunately, you, Sir Tristram, knowing nothing of me, and being possessed of a tyrannical disposition โ€� I beg your pardon?โ€�
โ€˜I did not speak,โ€� replied Sir Tristram, eyeing her frostily.
Miss Thane met his look with one of limpid innocence. โ€˜Oh, I quite thought you did!โ€�
โ€˜I choked,โ€� explained Sir Tristram. โ€˜Pray continue! You had reached my tyrannical disposition.”
― Georgette Heyer, The Talisman Ring

“Yes, but if you cannot clear your name, what then are we to do?" she demanded.
"Forget we ever met!" said Ludovic with a groan.
This Spartan resolve did not commend itself to Eustacie at all. Two large tears sparkled on the ends of her eyelashes, and she said in a very forlorn voice; "But me, I have a memory of the very longest!”
― Georgette Heyer, The Talisman Ring

“You are my own. You are my own. He had not meant the words in that way. He had been talking strictly about possession. But oh, the longing for his love was an unbearably painful ache in her.”
― Mary Balogh, Heartless

“True vice, my lady, would frighten us all, if it did not wear the mask of virtue. (p.56)”
― Emery Lee, Fortune's Son

“You have had Ravenscar murdered, and hidden his body in my cellar!" uttered her ladyship, sinking into a chair. "We shall all be ruined! I knew it!"
"My dear ma'am it is no such thing!" Deborah said amused. "He is not dead I assure you!”
― Georgette Heyer, Faro's Daughter

“No matter how many times you fail, you must try again, and use your previously gained experience in order to win the next time. Thatโ€™s how life works. Main is to never stop believing in yourself and who you are. If you donโ€™t know who you are, you must go and find your true identity. You must fight to get what you want. No one will serve you some nectar in a golden glass. Life is all about battle and sweat.”
― Tamuna Tsertsvadze, Battles of Giorgland: The Legend of White Giorgi and Friends

“Humble myself? 'Fore Gad, you must be mad!"
"Belike I am; but I tell you Tracy, that if your passion is love, 'tis a strange one that puts yourself first. I would not give a snap of a finger for it! You want this girl, not for her happiness, but for your own pleasure. That is not the love I once told you would save you from yourself. When it comes, you will count yourself as naught; you will realise your own insignificance, and above all, be ready to make any sacrifice for her sake. Yes, even to the point of losing her!”
― Georgette Heyer, The Black Moth

“Ready yourselves!' Mullone heard himself say, which was strange, he thought, for he knew his men were prepared.
A great cry came from beyond the walls that were punctuated by musket blasts and Mullone readied himself for the guns to leap into action. Mullone felt a tremor. The ground shook and then the first rebels poured through the gates like an oncoming tide. Mullone saw the leading man; both hands gripping a green banner, face contorted with zeal. The flag had a white cross in the centre of the green field and the initials JF below it. John Fitzstephen. Then, there were more men behind him, tens, then scores. And then time seemed to slow.
The guns erupted barely twenty feet from them.
Later on, Mullone would remember the great streaks of flame leap from the muzzles to lick the air and all of the charging rebels were shredded and torn apart in one terrible instant. Balls ricocheted on stone and great chunks were gouged out by the bullets. Blood sprayed on the walls as far back as the arched gateway, limbs were shorn off, and Mullone watched in horror as a bloodied head tumbled down the sloped street towards the barricade.
'Jesus sweet suffering Christ!' Cahill gawped at the carnage as the echo of the big guns resonated like a giant's beating heart.
Trooper O'Shea bent to one side and vomited at the sight of the twitching, bleeding and unrecognisable lumps that had once been men. A man staggered with both arms missing. Another crawled back to the gate with a shattered leg spurting blood. The stench of burnt flesh and the iron tang of blood hung ripe and nauseating in the oppressive air.
One of the low wooden cabins by the wall was on fire. A blast of musketry outside the walls rattled against the stonework and a redcoat toppled backwards onto the cabin's roof as the flames fanned over the wood.
'Here they come again! Ready your firelocks! Do not waste a shot!' Johnson shouted in a steady voice as the gateway became thick with more rebels. He took a deep breath.
'God forgive us,' Corporal Brennan said.
'Liberty or death!' A rebel, armed with a blood-stained pitchfork, shouted over-and-over.”
― David Cook, Liberty or Death

“This is my cousin, by the way. I dare say you know of him. He is very wicked and kills people in duels. Vidal, this is Frederick.”
― Georgette Heyer, Devil's Cub

“Your presence in England is extremely โ€� shall we say enlivening? โ€� Vidal. But I believe I shall survive the loss of it.”
― Georgette Heyer, Devil's Cub

“แƒฅแƒแƒ แƒ—แƒ•แƒ”แƒšแƒ”แƒ‘แƒ˜ แƒ แƒแƒ� แƒ”แƒ แƒ—แƒ˜ แƒจแƒ”แƒฎแƒ”แƒ“แƒ•แƒ˜แƒ— แƒžแƒ˜แƒ แƒฌแƒแƒ•แƒแƒ แƒ“แƒœแƒ˜แƒšแƒ� แƒœแƒแƒชแƒ˜แƒแƒœแƒแƒšแƒ˜แƒกแƒขแƒ”แƒ‘แƒ˜ แƒ•แƒแƒ แƒ—, แƒ”แƒก แƒ›แƒชแƒ“แƒแƒ แƒ˜ แƒ“แƒแƒกแƒ™แƒ•แƒœแƒแƒ, แƒ แƒแƒ›แƒ”แƒšแƒ˜แƒ� แƒชแƒ แƒ� แƒฌแƒ˜แƒœแƒแƒ›แƒซแƒฆแƒ•แƒ แƒ”แƒ‘แƒ˜แƒ“แƒแƒ� แƒ’แƒแƒ›แƒแƒ›แƒ“แƒ˜แƒœแƒแƒ แƒ”แƒแƒ‘แƒก. แƒœแƒแƒชแƒ˜แƒแƒœแƒแƒšแƒ˜แƒกแƒขแƒแƒ‘แƒแƒ›แƒ“แƒ� แƒฏแƒ”แƒ� แƒ‘แƒ”แƒ•แƒ แƒ� แƒ’แƒ•แƒ˜แƒ™แƒšแƒ˜แƒ�. แƒœแƒแƒชแƒ˜แƒแƒœแƒแƒšแƒ˜แƒกแƒขแƒ”แƒ‘แƒ˜ แƒ™แƒ˜ แƒแƒ  แƒ•แƒแƒ แƒ—, แƒฃแƒ‘แƒ แƒแƒšแƒแƒ� แƒ“แƒ”แƒ“แƒ˜แƒ� แƒซแƒฃแƒซแƒฃแƒ� แƒ•แƒ”แƒ� แƒ›แƒแƒ•แƒจแƒแƒ แƒ”แƒ‘แƒ˜แƒ•แƒแƒ แƒ�, แƒ“แƒ แƒ—แƒฃแƒ›แƒช แƒ’แƒแƒ แƒ”แƒ’แƒœแƒฃแƒšแƒแƒ“ แƒ”แƒก แƒ›แƒแƒ แƒ—แƒšแƒ แƒฉแƒแƒ›แƒแƒฐแƒ’แƒแƒ•แƒ� แƒœแƒแƒชแƒ˜แƒแƒœแƒแƒšแƒ˜แƒ–แƒ›แƒก, แƒกแƒ˜แƒœแƒแƒ›แƒ“แƒ•แƒ˜แƒšแƒ”แƒจแƒ˜ แƒฉแƒ•แƒ˜แƒšแƒ˜แƒก แƒฃแƒกแƒฃแƒกแƒฃแƒ แƒแƒ‘แƒแƒ - แƒžแƒ˜แƒ แƒแƒ•แƒœแƒฃแƒšแƒ� แƒ“แƒแƒ›แƒแƒฃแƒ™แƒ˜แƒ“แƒ”แƒ‘แƒšแƒแƒ‘แƒ˜แƒ� แƒžแƒแƒœแƒ˜แƒ™แƒฃแƒ แƒ˜ แƒจแƒ˜แƒจแƒ˜ แƒ“แƒ แƒ’แƒแƒœแƒ•แƒ˜แƒ—แƒแƒ แƒ”แƒ‘แƒ˜แƒก แƒ˜แƒกแƒ”แƒ—แƒ� แƒ“แƒแƒœแƒ”, แƒ แƒแƒ“แƒ”แƒกแƒแƒ� แƒชแƒœแƒแƒ‘แƒ˜แƒ”แƒ แƒ”แƒ‘แƒ แƒ“แƒแƒœแƒแƒฌแƒ”แƒ•แƒ แƒ”แƒ‘แƒฃแƒšแƒ˜แƒ แƒ“แƒ แƒแƒ“แƒแƒ›แƒ˜แƒแƒœแƒ”แƒ‘แƒก, แƒ แƒแƒ›แƒšแƒ”แƒ‘แƒ˜แƒช แƒกแƒแƒ™แƒฃแƒ—แƒแƒ� แƒ—แƒแƒ•แƒก แƒ›แƒฎแƒแƒšแƒแƒ“ แƒ”แƒ แƒ—แƒ›แƒแƒœแƒ”แƒ—แƒ˜แƒก แƒ›แƒ”แƒจแƒ•แƒ”แƒแƒ‘แƒ˜แƒ� แƒจแƒ”แƒ˜แƒ’แƒ แƒซแƒœแƒแƒ‘แƒ”แƒ�, แƒกแƒแƒ”แƒ แƒ—แƒ แƒ›แƒแƒ›แƒ แƒฃแƒœแƒ“แƒแƒ�.”
― Jemal Karchkhadze, แƒ’แƒแƒœแƒ–แƒืวƒ›แƒ˜แƒšแƒ”แƒ‘แƒ�

“What did she think she understood about him? His gorgeous appearance was only the first layer, yet it was one that she savored now as if she had been hungry for it all of her life. ฮ‘ wealth of lace and silk on a man was something she had always taken for granted. It spoke of power and social status, vital to the structure of society.

Yet Alden had turned it into something else

His appearance was both beautiful and witty, almost as if he celebrated the irony of hiding masculine muscle beneath such essentially feminine frippery. For a woman to put her hand on a man's sleeve and feel the hard tension of his arm beneath the silk was intensely erotic. Perhaps no age had ever been as blatantly sensual as this one. No wonder men like Alden reveled in it, reaping woman after woman like a scythe harvesting flowers.”
― Julia Ross, The Seduction

“Heโ€™d do what was best for her. Heโ€™d take her to safety and send her back home to a bright futureโ€ฆwith a
more honorable man than him. The stick broke in his hand, and he muttered an oath. All he wanted was for Amelia to be safe and happy, dammit. That and to beat every honorable man in England into the dust.”
― Tamara Hughes, Beauty's Curse

“Heโ€™d do what was best for her. Heโ€™d take her to safety and send her back home to a bright futureโ€ฆwith a more honorable man than him. The stick broke in his hand, and he muttered an oath. All he wanted was for Amelia to be safe and happy, dammit. That and to beat every honorable man in England into the dust.”
― Tamara Hughes

“Youโ€™re as lovely as a flower in the stark of winterโ€� Your hair is the color of wheat under the midday sun, and your eyesโ€”โ€�
โ€œYes, yes. My eyes are like the sea or the sky or some such nonsense,โ€� she quipped with a laugh, the lilting sound like the finest music, better than anything he could ever play.”
― Tamara Hughes, Beauty's Curse

“Charity followed the pirate. To salvation or to hell, she would soon find out.”
― Tamara Hughes, Tempting the Pirate

“The only woman who would wear a gown like this one, love, is one who knows the power she wields and isnโ€™t afraid to use it.”
― Tamara Hughes, Tempting the Pirate

“When he bowed his head to hide his grin, she stiffened. โ€œThis is most certainly not amusing.โ€�
He looked up, the humor still glittering in his eyes, and spoke one word. โ€œJames.โ€�
โ€œPardon me?โ€�
โ€œJames Lamont. Itโ€™s my name. Youโ€™ll need it if youโ€™re to curse me properly.”
― Tamara Hughes, Tempting the Pirate

“I wish it be understood that she will always be first in my life, before any other member of my family or hers and before all my other duties. I will not tolerate criticism of that fact even from you. I will hear none from you ever again.”
― Mary Balogh, Heartless

“Henrietta was bitter. Nothing in her life had turned out well. Like everyone else, she had striven all her life to achieve happiness. Yet it seemed to her that she had never been happy.”
― Mary Balogh, Heartless

“แƒ—แƒแƒœแƒแƒ›แƒ”แƒ“แƒ แƒแƒ•แƒ� แƒแƒ“แƒแƒ›แƒ˜แƒแƒœแƒ”แƒ‘แƒ˜ แƒ›แƒ˜แƒ•แƒ”แƒฉแƒ•แƒ˜แƒ”แƒ�, แƒ แƒแƒ� แƒฉแƒ•แƒ”แƒœ แƒฃแƒซแƒ•แƒ”แƒšแƒ”แƒกแƒ˜ แƒแƒ“แƒแƒ›แƒ˜แƒแƒœแƒ”แƒ‘แƒ˜แƒกแƒแƒ’แƒแƒ� แƒ“แƒ˜แƒ“แƒแƒ� แƒ’แƒแƒœแƒ•แƒกแƒฎแƒ•แƒแƒ•แƒ“แƒ”แƒ‘แƒ˜แƒ—, แƒกแƒ˜แƒœแƒแƒ›แƒ“แƒ•แƒ˜แƒšแƒ”แƒจแƒ˜ แƒ™แƒ˜ แƒแƒ แƒแƒ•แƒ˜แƒ—แƒแƒ แƒ� แƒแƒ›แƒ˜แƒก แƒ›แƒกแƒ’แƒแƒ•แƒกแƒ� แƒแƒ แƒแƒ, แƒ—แƒฃแƒ›แƒชแƒ� แƒ›แƒแƒ แƒ—แƒแƒšแƒ˜แƒ, แƒกแƒฎแƒ•แƒแƒœแƒแƒ˜แƒ แƒแƒ“ แƒ•แƒชแƒฎแƒแƒ•แƒ แƒแƒ‘แƒ�, แƒ แƒแƒ“แƒ’แƒแƒœ แƒ’แƒ•แƒแƒฅแƒ•แƒก แƒแƒฆแƒ›แƒแƒฉแƒ”แƒœแƒ”แƒ‘แƒ˜ แƒ“แƒ แƒ•แƒ˜แƒชแƒ•แƒแƒ›แƒ� แƒ™แƒ˜แƒ“แƒ”แƒ� แƒ’แƒแƒœแƒกแƒฎแƒ•แƒแƒ•แƒ”แƒ‘แƒฃแƒšแƒแƒ“.”
― Thor Heyerdahl, Fatu-Hiva: Back to Nature

“[In Georgia] A cheerful anarchy reigned.”
― Colin Thubron, Among the Russians

“As they went home, that little boy began;
'Love me and, when I'm a big sailor-man,
I'll bring you home more coral, silk, and gold,
Than twenty-five four-funnelled ships could hold,'

'And fifty coffins carried to their grave,
Will not have half the lilies you shall have:
Now say at once that you will be my love -
And have a pearl ten stallions could not move.”
― W.H. Davies