The Highwayman (Victorian Rebels, #1)

by Kerrigan Byrne

“I was thinking,” he said some time later as she paused for a drowsy yawn. “Since ye doona have any family to love anymore, ye could love me…” Instead of meeting her gaze, he studied the way the pristine white of her petticoat bandage made his hand look that much grubbier. “That is, if ye wanted.”

Love is quite like reading, I expect. Once you know how, you can’t ever imagine not doing it.”

Dougan learned much about himself in those two blissful years with his fairy. Namely that when he loved, he did it nothing short of absolutely. Obsessively, even.

I will walk alongside ye, and stand where ye stand. I will sleep alongside ye, my heart in yer hand. This vow to my love, may no one dare sever. Even death will not part us, ye are mine forever.

I make ye my vow, beneath this sacred moon, To love and to honor you, with all that I have. May we chance to live again, may our hearts meet again, And remember that we are loved.

“Real knowledge is to know the extent of one’s ignorance.” The man quoted Confucius?

He ruthlessly vanquished his enemies; he could rid her of hers, as well. But who would protect her from him?

The first time he’d actually touched her, and it had been in violence. Fuck.

I can’t seem to help myself. It’s like you call to me, like you need me to reach out.”

“If I’ve learned anything in my life, it’s that there is no darkness so absolute that it cannot be dispelled by the faintest of light,” she explained.