Time isn't made of anything. It is an abstraction. Just a meaning that we impose upon motion.
Anne CarsonTag: anne autobiography-of-red carson
I know I chatter on far too much... but if you only knew how many things I want to say and don't. Give me SOME credit.
L.M. MontgomeryTag: anne lm-montgomery
I never thought it would end like this. I never thought he would leave me without saying goodbye.
Philippa GregoryTag: anne queen mary king henry boelyn katherine
They all turned to the dark-haired woman standing quietly to the side and slightly behind Aunt Charlotte. She was, in a word, gorgeous. Everything about her was perfection, from her shiny hair to her milky-white skin. Her face was heart-shaped, her lips full and pink, and her eyelashes were so long that Honoria thought they must
touch her brows if she opened her eyes too wide.
“Well,” Honoria murmured to Iris, “at least no one will be looking at us.
Tag: anne iris julia-quinn just-like-heaven honoria
When a wisp of fog blew by her she laughed and reached out her hands to it. When the wind blew she turned to it and opened her bodice, letting it caress and kiss her breasts, for she never knew when it might be him, and still she wanted nothing more than to please him utterly.
Elliot MabeuseTag: anne elliot-mabeuse the-croft
Oh Angus,” she moaned. “Can’t you just use your…you know…your powers to clean this up?”
Angus was walking to the kitchen, wiping his face with a napkin. He laughed. “Wouldn’t that be nice?” he asked. “‘Mess: Clean yourself up!’ ‘Floor, sweep yourself and be quick about it! Anne Commands!’ No, Darling, I’m afraid it doesn’t work like that! Not like that at all!
Tag: anne elliot-mabeuse the-croft angus
And as she looked at the pool she saw the waters gather up into a column, rushing up foaming and standing there before her startled eyes, and turn into the form of a man.
Not a man, a god. So perfectly formed, so handsome, with such wisdom and desire in his eyes and such quiet joy on his lips. He was breathtakingly beautiful and Anne felt herself grow weak with some unnamable longing. His eyes met hers and caught her soul tight, and she could not look away as he read every thought in her mind.
“Come,” he said to her in a voice like liquid silver, “I know your mind, and it is one with mine.”
Anne could not speak, but she did not need to. Her eyebrows raised in question.
He laughed, “Why to love, of course.
Tag: anne elliot-mabeuse the-croft mr-watersprite
He tried to make it seem that he had stopped for some dirty talk and to savor the moment, but Anne knew that he was temporarily out of breath, that he’d started out too fast, trying to impress her.
Elliot MabeuseTag: anne elliot-mabeuse the-croft
Daniel chuckled. Whoever that poor girl was, he hoped his family was paying her well.
And then, finally, she lifted her fingers from the keys as Daisy began her painful violin solo. He watched her exhale, stretching her fingers, and then . . .
She looked up.
Time stopped. It simply stopped. It was the most maudlin and clichéd way of describing it, but those few seconds when her face was lifted toward his . . . they stretched and pulled, melting into eternity.
She was beautiful. But that didn’t explain it. He’d seen beautiful women before. He’d slept with plenty of them, even. But this . . . Her . . . She . . .
Even his thoughts were tongue-tied.
Tag: anne julia-quinn daniel a-night-like-this
Have you seen Frances?”
He tilted his head to the right. “I believe she’s off rooting about in the bushes.”
Anne followed his gaze uneasily.
“Rooting?”
“She told me she was practicing for the next play.”
Anne blinked at him, not following.
“For when she gets to be a unicorn.”
“Oh, of course.” She chuckled. “She is rather tenacious, that one.
Tag: anne julia-quinn daniel a-night-like-this
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