And he stood so closely behind her that she felt his breath feather her neck. Blanche leaped away, putting a polite distance between them, her heart suddenly thundering in her chest. His body hadn’t touched hers, but it might as well have, for she had felt his heat.

They could argue for hours on almost any subject; they usually agreed on broad conclusions, but disagreed on almost every detail.

You are my only accomplishment.

He is in love with you. I read the fucking letters. And you love him. Damn you! Damn you to hell, Elysse!” he roared, towering over the foot of the bed. “You are supposed to love me!”-Alexis de Warenne

I have always loved Elle. I love her now even more deeply than before, as the woman I wish to share my life with."~Sean O'Neill

How could I have ever loved Peg? I love you." And too late, he realized that the words he had just spoken were the truth. He closed his eyes, holding her even more tightly, allowing himself to finally realize and identify his feelings. He was stunned by their enormity, their intensity, their power.~Sean O'Neill

I am strong, but I am tired, Stephen, tired of always having to be the strong one, of always having to do the right thing.

If you are lost, I will find you. If you are in danger, I will protect you," he said seriously. "It's what a gentleman does, Elysse."~Alexi de Warenne to Elysse O'Neil

She tugged warningly on his shirt. "I am serious! Are you going to marry me, Sean? Finally?"He smiled, and the light of his smile filled his eyes. "Damn it, Elle! Will you not let me take the lead? Ladies do not propose marriage!"~Sean O'Neill & Eleanor de Warenne

Oh, I forgot to tell you the rest of it—he’s a widower now, so they can ride off together into the sunset, their wedding rings glinting.