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and I said, 'That is why you don't climb mountains, Gwen.' But now I wonder. You aren't afraid of heights." "No", she said. "Not particularly." "Only missteps." She paused midstroke. Did he mean to imply this had been a misstep? "I was afraid," she said carefully. "For a very long time. But no longer." "So was I," he said, and lifted her chin and kissed her.

For a woman's words to wound would require a man to listen first!

For God's sake, Gwen," he said gently. "What matter that I love you. That's not the bit that's always been missing." Her lips parted. They wished to ask a question she could not bear to bring herself to ask. He was never less than honest. The answer, than, was bound to be wrong." So she did not ask it as a question. "You won't leave me," she said. He drew a long breath. "There," he said, quietly, fiercely. "That is the answer to this riddle. The promises I can make, and the one I can't. Gwen." His hands closed on her wrists, tightening until she swallowed and found her courage and looked up at him. "I will never leave you willingly. Life is a risk, and so love is, as well. But I swear to God, you will not regret the gamble.

For poor taste in husbands, her judgment rivaled Anne Boleyn's.

He knew himself well enough to know his own faults. Impatient and judgmental and stubborn and often too quick to act: he would try never to crush her, never to overwhelm her or bend her to his will, but if she did not demand only the best from him, it would happen. It might happen. Possibly.

I deserve better —such a dangerous, mad thought for a woman to entertain.

It is not proper, you being closeted up here with him --" "Delphinia, don't be absurd. I am so firmly on the shelf that the maids are tempted to dust me.

I trust only you and the dark always to look at me so honestly.

I've heard that sarcasm is no substitute for cleverness

Lord John: 'The court has suffered most sorely for your absence. We hardly know where to find our amusement now.' Lady Nora: 'I am sorry to hear that, I suppose it takes some wit to produce one's own entertainment. Are you often bored?

Manners, you see, come down to a single principle: talk of nothing that might actually prove interesting.

Surely this is what death would be like: nothingness, oblivion, as the world continued to turn, heedless of her absence.

There. That is the answer to this riddle. The promises I can make, and the one I can't. Gwen. I will never leave you willingly. Life is a risk, and so love is, as well. But I swear to God, you will not regret the gamble.

What modern art required was an imagination drawn to possibilities, rather than braced by smug presumptions.

You are...beyond my imagination. It's a wonder you can be touched at all.