11 Quotes by Teresa Denys

Those fierce animal passions of his were his masters, not his slaves, and he was as much their victim as those he punished when he was in their grip. And despite what he had done to me tonight, I knew that his desire was real. Even if all his need was for a living body and arms to hold him, it was still a bitter desperate need.

Then, with sensation of plunging into an unknown sea, I moved to lay my lips on his, unurged, uninvited, kissing him for the first time entirely of my own will.

I tell him of damnation, but I doubt he fears anything but the darkness in his own mind.

The duke nodded, his beautiful face full of catlike satisfaction. “But since then I have conquered a sterner fortress.” His eyes mocked me. “And now I enter it freely.

I did not dare look back at Domenico. Sprawled catlike in the silver chair, he was watching me; I could feel his eyes resting on my bare shoulders as actual as a touch.

Kindness is a painless thing to give, and easy, a sop to those you do not need. Friendship and kindness have nought to do with this.′ For a moment, the look in his eyes, as brilliant as an eagle’s in the harsh inscrutability of his face, terrified her. ‘I am not kind to the air I breathe, nor the food I eat, nor to you.

He was watching me scientifically; there was no emotion in him at all. There was an assessing gleam in the hooded black eyes, a satiric set to his mouth, and I knew with fatal clarity that I had been duped. The rapturous tenderness was only a ploy to win my response.

She stared at him breathlessly, seething. It was like hurling herself against a wall of granite, she thought disjointedly; fighting against him hurt her. But if she yielded to the unreasoned impulse of her love at this moment and flung herself into his arms in contrite tears, she would never come so close again to the citadel in his soul that he let no one approach unscathed.

He sat on his horse unmoving, a somber black figure in startling contrast to the vivid colors about him, the sun dazzling on his white gold hair. Unlike the duke and his bastard, there was no laughter in his face, and his eyes were not searching the housefronts for diversion-instead, he was staring intently straight up at my window.