265 Quotes by Melanie Dickerson

He was cold and wet, but somehow he barely felt it. He kept remembering Rose snuggled against his chest, the feel of her body in his arms. He closed his eyes as he recalled the way she had looked at him, the way she said “I love you.

Rose clasped her hands and stared into his eyes, loving him, drinking in his love for her, for the last time.

You like horses?” “More than people sometimes.” She sensed, by the way he was looking at her, that he felt the same way.

Magdalen, who was by far the best choice for Lord Thornbeck. Except me. Avelina would be good for him. She could make him stop scowling, could make him believe in love and goodness. She could love him out of that dark thought pattern he seemed to be in, thinking about his lame ankle and about his poor dead brother and how he could not save him. But.

He could tell her he was thinking how pleased he was that they had brought Toby with them, because he had been thinking that earlier. But the truth was that he had been trying to think how to either convince her to go with him to England, or to convince himself to stay with her here in the Holy Roman Empire. But he had nothing here. He couldn’t even speak the language.

Even a dozen soldiers couldn’t make her feel as safe as Valten could.

Valten paced the floor of the library, imagining the violence he would wreak on the person responsible for hurting Gisela.

She did not want wealth or fame or power, but simply to be loved, to be cherished, to feel safe, cared for, and protected. She wanted someone to be kind to her and love her.

She would think about how her breath had stuck in her throat when he had looked into her eyes. How fierce and protective he had been. How rugged and masculine he had looked with several days of stubble on his cheeks and chin.