My Lady Jane (The Lady Janies, #1)

by Cynthia Hand

“Your Majesty, I wonder if I might have a word.” “You may have several,” Edward said.

Hahaha

And most of all, she loved the way that books could transport her from her otherwise mundane and stifling life and offer the experiences of a hundred other lives. Through books she could see the world.

I feel the same way. I guess we all do.

(Jane became something of a walking thesaurus when she was upset, a side effect of too much reading.)

How I wish I had this side effect.

Dogs were uncomplicated. They loved you without expectation.

This is true. Now I'm missing you again Mick.

Most of the time he greatly preferred the company of dogs to the company of men.

She did it so gracefully that G decided he would include a description of the motion in his poem about her pout and the curve of her neck.

“Evil will exist among E∂ians, just as goodness will exist among Verities. I believe E∂ians deserve protection from persecution. The scales need to be righted in the direction of equality. And if it were the other way around, and Verities were persecuted, I would still fight for equality. Not dominance. Dominance leads to tyranny.”

“Jane, I cannot allow you to sleep on the floor,” G said gallantly. She smiled. “The pillow and blanket are for you, my lord.”

up ye olde creek sans ye olde paddle.

translates to: you cannot navigate the canoe without a paddle. As of the moment, the king is on the canoe but without anyone who could help him. It could only make things worse. poor edward

Sitting under the tree with you, listening to you read, has become one of the best parts of my day.”

uwu

“Remember the people we helped? Now you could help an entire kingdom, from giving the highest born a new perspective and lending aid to the lowest peasants. We could help them, together. I’ll be right here with you. Except when . . . I have to be outside. But I’m with you, Jane.”

how to say iloveyou in G's way? im with you aaaaaaaaaaaa

G leaned down to whisper in Jane’s ear. “Your Majesty.” Her eyes flashed. “Don’t you dare ‘Your Majesty’ me.”

Who on earth could feel comfortable enough to sleep in a room with no books?

“What my wife desires—and what you should have guessed, had you paid attention—is bookcases. And books, of course, to fill them. Not more decorations or useless items. She wants books.”

“They need signs of my strength, not my reliance on the men around me.”

POWER!!

At that moment we should confess that Edward briefly considered murdering his dear sweet grandmother. And he might have gotten away with it, too, on account of the rest of the world thinking the old lady was already dead.

“No, darling. Stay here. I’ll come right back. I promise.”

I love it when they call each other dear or darling or somewhere along those lines. Haha

Being with him made her breath come quicker and her heart pound and her palms get all clammy. It made her wish she could remain human all the time so that they could stay together.

And Bess can stay with Jane to make sure she doesn’t ferret her way out of that cage.” “Can you use ferret as a verb?” G asked. She shrugged. “You can now.”

G literally sighed in relief. Praise the heavens above—Edward fancied Gracie!

But Jane would fight any war if it meant keeping him safe.

But trust us: we’re not the type of narrators who would kill a dog.)

Ok good. My dog just died :(

The happily ever after of this book belongs to Gifford and Jane.

“But just so you know, Edward . . .” He kissed her again. “You called me Edward!” “Yes. Edward.” She grinned up at him. “You’ll always be a king to me.”

“I love you more than I love books.”