390 Quotes by Tessa Dare

He had no secrets left. No defenses. He had nothing, except that same vast, dark, empty, infinite ache that had resided in him for as long as he could remember. An endless flight of stairs, leading down and down into the cold, dark pit of his soul. Now, at long last, he’d reached the absolute rock bottom. And there she was, just standing there. She’d been there all along.

I need to know,” he said. “I need to know, right now, if you’re mine. I’ve been patient for years, and if need be, I can wait years more. I’ll do anything in my power to win you, to keep you. But I need to know, this moment, if you’ll be mine in the end.

The most dangerous weapon is the one that strikes closest to the heart.

He’d imprisoned himself in this castle to rot. He’d cut off all contact with the outside world. And just when he thought he’d burned all his bridges, this woman – this impossible, sweet, foolish woman – arrived, determined to swim the moat. Breach his defenses. Make a home. Stay.

Because I am not eulogizing another leprosy victim covered in sores that weep marmalade!

If anyone or anything frightens you, shout.” “Shout what?” He made an aimless gesture. “‘Help,’ I suppose. Or ‘Fire’ or ‘Murder.’ In a pinch, ‘James’ would suffice.” She nodded. “‘Come to me, you magnificent stag,’ it is.

Sleep.” His arm flexed, gathering her tight. “I’ll keep you warm and safe. I’ll keep you always.

I’m a rather useless insomniac viscount, but” – he gestured at Minerva – “my companion here is a brilliant geologist. There’s a symposium, you see. We need to get to Edinburgh by tomorrow, so she can present her findings about giant lizards and possibly alter our understanding of the world’s natural history.

Hunger, after all, is a more potent seasoning than salt.