There was something more than a little satisfying about ripping the heart out of someone the moment before they expected to do the same to you.
Still pleasant as a cornered hedgehog, and as well mannered as a badger, I see.
Alison’s gaze gentled. “Tell me, Samantha, have you ever been to Scotland?
Samantha imagined that in another life, she and Alison could have, indeed, been friends. Had she not been about to rob the train.
Love is quite like reading, I expect. Once you know how, you can’t ever imagine not doing it.
Sometimes I feel that I could stand in the middle of the square and scream and thrash about like a wildling, and no one would notice.
Ye’re wet,” he groaned. “I’m underwater.” “I ken that, bonny. But this dampness has nothing to do with that.
Experience should have taught ye by now that denying me what I want only makes me more relentless.
This blood feud is a bit too Shakespearean, if ye want the truth. I’m no Montague, and ye’re no Capulet.
It occurred to Gavin that the first thought a groom had upon spying his bride shouldn’t be to wonder whether or not she wore knickers.
So does it still count if he doesna kiss the bride?
If you love no one, no one can hurt you,” she whispered.