Denise Domning > Quotes

“I know nothing of being a wife, but I have learned much about the running and maintenance of an estate. It may be that you will find my manner too straightforward for your tastes, but, my lord, it is just that - my manner. Would that I die before I give up that part of me.”
― Denise Domning, Winter's Heat

“To take command, one must first create the illusion that command is already yours.”
― Denise Domning, Winter's Heat

“deodand.”
― Denise Domning, Season of the Raven

“For a seducer to claim to love her as he loved God was sacrilege.”
― Denise Domning, The Warrior's Wife

“The oldster looked at his Crowner, his brows lifted high over his pale eyes, adding wrinkles to an already wrinkled brow.”
― Denise Domning, Caught Red-Handed

“I wonder if any man in Mancetter will have an ounce of pride remaining when all of this is said and done. To think we were haunted and hoodwinked by our own children.”
― Denise Domning, Caught Red-Handed

“There were so many they packed the small field where the abbey held its yearly market, then spilled around the corner onto the coopers' lane, which followed the eastern edge of the holy house's walled compound. If some of the folk wore the ragged motley of the abbey's usual coterie of beggars, a far greater number dressed in the humble attire of the city's day laborers. Johanna,”
― Denise Domning, A Love for all Seasons

“Love is this feeling that you would give anything for another. You would climb to the moon and steal the stars from the sky if she asked it. You want to shelter her and protect her, yes. But it's more than that. When you walk into a room, she is the first one you look for. Her laughter brightens your day, and when she is hurt, you are, too. It's the warm feeling that fills your soul when she is near. A mere touch of her hand sends you to your knees with wanting.”
― Denise Domning, Knights of Valor

“Table of Contents”
― Denise Domning, Caught Red-Handed

“Nicola of Ashby gave an angry huff, her breath clouding in the chill air. She chided herself for doubting. She needed to believe her suckling sister had not failed to deliver the message, else there'd be naught for Nicola but forced marriage to the man who had murdered her father and destroyed her village and home. It”
― Denise Domning, Spring's Fury

“tell about them kissing, are you? Ugh! What”
― Denise Domning, Knights of Valor

“the arm and pulled her along with him until she ran once more. That one so crude might manhandle her indicated that the woman was of no consequence. This startled Josce, for there was something of command in her bearing. He watched them round the corner onto a nearby lane and disappear behind a row of narrow two- and three-storey homes, regretting he could no longer see her. Beside him Lady Haydon’s mare stumbled a little on the rutted street. Josce’s stepmother made a quiet startled sound and clutched more tightly at her reins. No great rider was Beatrice of Haydon. He studied her. Afternoon light streamed through her hat brim’s open weave to reveal the dark rings beneath her eyes. Her flesh sagged from her cheekbones. Her linen riding attire,”
― Denise Domning, The Warrior's Maiden

“I'm thinking he must be a Northerner. I've never met any myself, but I'm told that when they speak the common tongue, they do it in a way that is oddly twisted.”
― Denise Domning, Caught Red-Handed

“Sir Adam tells me your husband had looked for you prior to the meal that day and couldn't find you," Faucon said. "Where were you?" "Hiding," she said with a sigh. "It's what I do here.”
― Denise Domning, The Final Toll

“Night was overtaking Offord's bailey, ragged fingers of darkness climbing the walls and creeping out of the corners.”
― Denise Domning, The Final Toll

“A spotted sow stretched out in front of her owner's house, her head pillowed on the doorstep, opened her eye to study Faucon as he rode past.”
― Denise Domning, Caught Red-Handed

“Turning in his saddle, Theobald looked at the servants behind them. "We ride on through. If any man reaches for you, kill him." Then without so much as a by-your-leave, he leaned over and snatched Johanna's reins from her grasp, and spurred his horse into motion. As her palfrey complacently followed where he led, Johanna turned her gaze downward to glare at the saddletree and indulged herself in hatred—for him, for his master, but mostly for this”
― Denise Domning, A Love for all Seasons

“trenchers into a large alms basket for distribution to”
― Denise Domning, Season of the Fox

“Does my brother's presence inconvenience you?" he asked the priest. "Not at all," the twitching man replied. Father Berold's face was still for an instant. This time the curve of his lips was natural, and filled with compassion. "I recognize a fellow sufferer. I have added him to my prayers." Faucon eyed the priest for a long moment. Of such mettle were saints forged.”
― Denise Domning, Caught Red-Handed

“He says the witch was dressed as a man and wore her hair also like a man's. Not only that, but in the boy's fevered dream, she fought better than any soldier. As I said, beyond belief." The forester shrugged in apology for wasting his lord's time. The corners of Gilliam's mouth lifted in sudden respect, and he touched the pin at his shoulder. "She did it all alone," he said quietly. "My lord?" the forester asked. "Hobbe, this is no dream. The boy has indeed seen my bride." Hobbe blinked. "Condolences, my lord.”
― Denise Domning, Spring's Fury

“Johanna, wife to Katel l'Espicer, yanked her plodding palfrey to a halt and stared in horror. "Mary, mother of God!" From her pillion perch behind one of the five following manservants,”
― Denise Domning, A Love for all Seasons

“Arrogant and full of pride that Churchman”
― Denise Domning, The Final Toll

“Elianne du Hommet ran, her soldier-escort panting at her heels. Beneath awnings raised against the day’s unusual heat, Knabwell’s startled merchants left off their haggling to stare after the sheriff’s grown daughter. Tethered chickens squawked and flapped out of her way. Stubblefed geese, an autumn delicacy, hissed from their wicker carriers. Elianne’s companion collided with an unfortunate housewife, spilling the contents of the hapless woman’s basket. "The lord sheriff’s business," he shouted by way of apology to the townswoman as he sprinted to catch his charge. Together they flew out onto the higher of Knabwell’s two cobbled thoroughfares. The soldier shot a look toward the city’s southern gate. "Jesus save us! That’s Haydon’s party," he cried. "Hurry! He wants you at the priory before they arrive." Elianne threw a glance over her shoulder.”
― Denise Domning, The Warrior's Maiden

“There's naught left to feed them, and so they know. Despite that, this thieving rabble persists in trying to take a share of what is not theirs by looting warehouses and breaking into the homes of decent tradesmen," Theobald spat out. His gaze swept”
― Denise Domning, A Love for all Seasons

“Of course Devanney was still in his chamber. It wasn't yet noon and his cousin hadn't had the pleasure of being caressed awake just after dawn. Remembering this morning brought with it another reminder, one of how much it would hurt to lose Cassie, and how much more it would hurt if he somehow lost her to Bucksden's violence.”
― Denise Domning, Almost Perfect

“No wonder the priests spoke of temptation’s lure. Sin was thrilling, indeed.”
― Denise Domning, The Warrior's Wife

“Me, die?" Nicola said with a breath of scorn. "You should know by now that it’s not luck that keeps me alive, but my ill temper. Both God and the Devil are afraid of me.”
― Denise Domning, Spring's Fury