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“When we too are armed and trained, we can convince men that we have hands, feet, and a heart like yours; and although we may be delicate and soft, some men who are delicate are also strong; and others, coarse and harsh, are cowards. Women have not yet realized this, for if they should decide to do so, they would be able to fight you until death; and to prove that I speak the truth, amongst so many women, I will be the first to act, setting an example for them to follow.
—Veronica Franco 1546-1591”
― Veronica Franco

“A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons

“Books are no more threatened by Kindle than stairs by elevators.”
― Stephen Fry

“To say that I met Nicholas Brisbane over my husband's dead body is not entirely accurate. Edward, it should be noted, was still twitching upon the floor.”
― Deanna Raybourn, Silent in the Grave

“Readers have the right to say whatever the fuck they want about a book. Period. They have that right. If they hate the book because the MC says the word “delicious” and the reader believes it’s the Devil’s word and only evil people use it, they can shout from the rooftops “This book is shit and don’t read it” if they want. If they want to write a review entirely about how much they hate the cover, they can if they want. If they want to make their review all about how their dog Foot Foot especially loved to pee on that particular book, they can."

[Blog entry, January 9, 2012]”
― Stacia Kane

“I can describe an axe entering a human skull in great explicit detail and no one will blink twice at it. I provide a similar description, just as detailed, of a penis entering a vagina, and I get letters about it and people swearing off. To my mind this is kind of frustrating, it’s madness. Ultimately, in the history of [the] world, penises entering vaginas have given a lot of people a lot of pleasure; axes entering skulls, well, not so much.”
― George R.R. Martin

“Most of what makes a book 'good' is that we are reading it at the right moment for us.”
― Alain de Botton

“One thing I do know is things can always get worse, most often at the precise moment you’ve decided they can’t.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Burned

“Offended you again,” her godmother said with satisfaction. “Come along, then. We’ll go to my chambers. The butler put me in one of the towers, and it’s utterly heavenly, like being stuck in the clouds except for the pigeons crapping on the windows.”
― Eloisa James, A Kiss at Midnight

“Do you have a handkerchief?” she asked. “No,” the prince said, looking amused. “I suppose you have servants who carry around that sort of thing in case you sneeze,” she said. “You aren’t carrying one either,” he retorted. “I don’t have room; my reticule is full of cheese.” “I thought you had an interesting smell! Most ladies smell rather French.”
― Eloisa James, A Kiss at Midnight

“Immortals. Pains in the asses, every one of them.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Feverborn

“Perhaps I do not have the sense to tell a duke from a dray horse. But such a thing might prove easier if the former did not so perfectly resemble the latter’s backside.” The”
― Elisa Braden, The Truth About Cads and Dukes

“Séraphine, Séraphine, Séraphine. Will you drive me mad? Scatter my wits to the wind like so much chaff? Leave me a shell of a man, broken, hollowed of brain and soul, left with merely a throbbing prick like a mindless goat? Have mercy, I plead, O siren of chatelaines and unlovely bonnets! Let my famished mouth feast upon thy sweet, sweet flesh. I am awash in yearning spunk.”
― Elizabeth Hoyt, Duke of Sin

“Every time he looked at me I felt like I was standing in a tree-lined avenue, and the branches had interlaced into a canopy above me, surrounding me. It was the kind of green that told the sun what color to be as it filtered through the leaves.” “Oh,”
― Lenora Bell, How the Duke Was Won

“Lord love us, I need a drink,” said Calhoun, looking faintly green around the gills as he paused on the flagway in front of the chapel to draw in a deep breath of fresh air. “I’ve dressed many a gentleman in my career—sober, drunk, and even dead. But I must say, this is the first time I’ve ever been called upon to dress one who was in bits.”   Monday,”
― C.S. Harris, Where Shadows Dance

“But they are good hands,” he said, holding them up in the space between them, palms toward her. Slim hands, slender fingers, gold rings on four of them. Three of those fingertips had felled a man and left him gasping for survival. “They will protect you all the rest of my life and never hurt you. They will hold you and bring you comfort when you need it. They will hold our children. They will caress you and bring you pleasure. Come. Lie down on the bed.” Our”
― Mary Balogh, Someone to Love

“You’re burning,” she gasped. “Then you ought not to touch me,” he said seriously. “You’ll be consumed.” “Too late,” she muttered, and pivoted, trying to drag him, he presumed, toward the bed. “You’re awfully heavy—” “My soul is made of lead.” “—and you’re delirious,” she ended decisively. “I need to get help.”
― Elizabeth Hoyt, Duke of Desire

“What’s he like?” Suhani’s stride faltered for a second before she caught herself. “He is . . . an archangel.” The awe in her voice was mixed with equal parts fear. Elena’s confidence took a nosedive. “Do you see him often?” “No, why should I?” The receptionist gave her a puzzled smile. “He has no need to pass through the lobby. He can fly.” Elena could’ve slapped herself. “Right.” She came to a standstill in front of the elevator doors. “Thank you.”
― Nalini Singh, Angels' Blood