Wilde Child Quotes

“Artie was silent as they left the room. Then...she asked, "Did you have a piglet when you were a little boy?"
"I had a donkey, Thaddeus replied.
..Artie bent her knees in the approximation of a curtsy. "Good afternoon. I would like a donkey she told him. "For my birthday..."
"I'll consider it," Thaddeus said gravely.
Artie turned to Joan. "And those-" she said , pointing to Joan's breeches. I want those."
Joan..."I'll consider it," she said, stealing Thaddeus's line.
Artie squinted at them, and then, in a magnificent approximation of Aunt Knowe's voice said, "See that you do."
Joan was still gaping after her little sister....when she realized Thaddeus was laughing again. Bellowing with laughter.
"She's the picture of your Aunt Knowe, he said..
I agree, Joan said, And: "You're laughing again!"
"I laugh around you," he said, his voice as rough as his kiss.”
― Eloisa James, Wilde Child

“Most of England would consider him fortunate, and Thaddeus had always agreed. But in this moment, on this moonlit night, he felt as if he had only just discovered what it meant to be truly blessed. It was to be loved.”
― Eloisa James, Wilde Child

“So the letter will launch a moral campaign?” “Backed by selfishness,” Thaddeus said wryly. “As is so often the case.”
― Eloisa James, Wilde Child

“..To sum it up, your father is morally corrupt and worthless. ..If you'd like an elaborated version: He is a rotter who wishes to be king, I also think he's annoyed by the fact that he's turned out to be a member of the human race and thereby vulnerable to death.
Lady Joan Wilde”
― Eloisa James, Wilde Child

“I'm a Wilde...Madmen are two for a tuppence around here, and we are absurdly dramatic by nature. Miraculous saves and brushes with death were practically a daily occurrence when I was growing up.
Lady Joan Wilde”
― Eloisa James, Wilde Child

“Are you going to make sense of my life as well?” Joan asked, suddenly enjoying herself enormously. “I don’t see people clearly, as you do. I spent a great part of my childhood trying to excel in order to please a man who didn’t care. But if you point out a problem, I will take care of it. I will be there for you, Joan. I will never leave you. You and your family will be the family of my heart.” Joan managed a wobbly smile. “That’s lovely,” she whispered.”
― Eloisa James, Wilde Child

“Yes.” Ridiculous twaddle flooded his mind. Your eyes looked like forget-me-nots. I want to kiss you. I want to tear off your clothing. I want to marry you. You are my duchess.”
― Eloisa James, Wilde Child

“He didn’t have to live in costume. He was no Hamlet. Yet somehow he had become Hamlet: emotional, uncontrolled, desperate. His reaction felt primitive and entirely ungentlemanly. No subtleties. He wanted—he wanted her. Joan. No Lucy Lockett for him. He would have her, his unladylike, dramatic, illegitimate . . . love. He”
― Eloisa James, Wilde Child