“There is nothing shameful in wanting, Venetia. There's only shame in not getting.”

“The bed was lumpy, the fire smoked so badly I was forced to extinguish it or die, then I froze to death the rest f the night because the blanket was so thin.""That's a shame. It was right comfortable in the tack room. I've a cot and a neat little pot-bellied stove."Dougal sent a thoughful look at the barn. "Can you put up another cot?”

“Fiona, my love, as much as I adore you, I cannot stand your brothers. Any of them.""Gregor is much nicer now that he's married. Even you must admit that.""Only when Venetia is with him. When she's not, he's as annoying as ever."Fiona's lips quirked into a smile, her green eyes gleaming. "Rather like you, I hear.""Who has been carrying tales?""Everyone." She placed her hand on her husband's cheek and smiled up into his blue eyes. With his dark auburn hair and devastating good looks, "Black Jack" Kincaid had once been the scourge of London's polite society. Now he was her own personal scourge, one she couldn't imagine living without.”

“She also mentioned how close my balcony was to yours; so close that even an old lady like herself could leap between the two without the least effort."Venetia's cheek heated and she pulled her night gown closer, "Grandmama is anything but subtle.""Almost as subtle as your mother.""Oh no! Not mama too."..."Your mother was concerned I might be afraid of heights. She told me if she were thinking of jumping between the balconies and couldn't bring herself to make the leap, it might be possible to pick the lock on the connecting door with, say, a cravat pin.”

“If there's one thing you taught me, it's to never trust an answer that's actually another question.”

“You told me he was dead."Red said through his teeth, "There was no point,for there's no meaner, more petty man in all of God's England.""At least I'm not a wastrel," the old man snapped.Red started toward the old man, but Sophia stepped between them. "Red, don't."He looked as if he might burst into flames, then snapped, "I came to get you, Sophie.Have Mary bring your things, and let's go.”

“It's unfair that women are expected to stay at home when there's a fight to be won. If a woman has the strength to bear a child, she can swing a sword as well as any man.”