Ever Yours, Annabelle Quotes

“He imagined wooing a wife would be doubly difficult. And to be worthy of such herculean efforts, she must be exceptional. In truth, the only female with whom Robert had ever formed a true connection had been a girl, not a woman. He’d loved her as a child loved another child. No, that wasn’t quite right. As a soul loved another soul. Yes, that was closer. The feeling had a purity he’d never been able to explain. Golden, shimmering, inexorable. Perhaps that was why their bond had eclipsed anything less powerful—which was everything. He might feel simple lust for the Nottingham widow he visited sporadically, or appreciation for the kindly Miss Thatcher, who’d helped her physician father tend his grandfather’s ague last month. But nothing compared, really. Even years after he’d severed it, the bond cast a long shadow He closed his eyes, forcing golden memories to gray and recede back into their corner. Over the years, he’d found it best to forget.”
― Elisa Braden, Ever Yours, Annabelle

“Very well,” Hux said after a long pause. “Be vexed at me, if it helps. Bloody hell, I’ll stand still for the thrashing you’d like to give me, once your shoulder heals. But do not deny her this.” His head might be floating, but his gut burned. “What am I denying her?” “She is tormented. She blames herself.” “Blame changes nothing.” He sounded low. Mean. Bitter. But his tone was misleading, for he felt none of those things. Quite the opposite, in fact. He loved her. He always had. “She hasn’t eaten in days. Wanders about like some phantom.” The charming, insouciant John Huxley swallowed as though he might retch—or weep. “Please, Con. Let her have her say.” Robert closed his eyes.”
― Elisa Braden, Ever Yours, Annabelle

“At her mention of livestock, Robert’s scowl cleared. By the time she’d finished, he was smiling. A relief, to be sure. She much preferred a smiling Robert. He wiped a hand over his mouth. “You thought we were discussing livestock. As in, the male counterpart to chickens.” “What else?”
― Elisa Braden, Ever Yours, Annabelle

“She met the incredulous stare of the brothers. “If you wish to know for certain, you must first establish a mutually agreed standard,” she advised them. “Shall it be length? Oh, but where to start and where to finish? Perhaps girth is better. But, again, at what point should one measure to ensure an accurate comparison? Circumference varies widely by location upon the anatomy. I know—weight!”
― Elisa Braden, Ever Yours, Annabelle

“Annabelle,” he growled. “This is about to turn violent. I’ll not have you in the middle of it.” “I fail to see the point of violence or even of arguing. If these gentlemen wish to determine who owns the bigger cock, I should think objective measurements a more proper solution.”
― Elisa Braden, Ever Yours, Annabelle

“What do you think will come of this?” Mortlock challenged. “You’ll be hanged, Standish.” “No. I’ll have what I deserve.” “Right. As I said, hanged.”
― Elisa Braden, Ever Yours, Annabelle

“Watch the sunrise? My dear Mortlock, do not let impending mortality render you an imbecile. Two good things occur before breakfast: Servants clean, and I slumber. All else is rubbish.”
― Elisa Braden, Ever Yours, Annabelle