Ravenel Quotes

“Red. Red, the colour of the Regency, scrawled over with the iconography of the border forts, growing, fluttering. These were the banners of Ravenel. Not only the banners, but men and riders, flowing over the hilltop like wine from an over-full cup, staining and darkening its slopes, and spreading.”
― S.U. Pacat, Captive Prince: Volume Two

“For the time being, all you need to do is become acquainted with St. Vincent. And if you decide you don't wish to marry him, for any reason, you won't have to."
They both stood. Impulsively, Pandora stepped forward and dove her face against Devon's chest and hugged him, undoubtedly surprising I'm as much as herself. She rarely sought out physical contact with anyone. "Thank you," she said in a muffled voice. "It means a great deal that my feelings matter to you."
"Of course they do, sweetheart." Devon gave her a comforting squeeze before drawing back to look down at her. "Do you know the motto on the Ravenel coat of arms?"
"Loyalté nous lie."
Do you know what that means?"
"'Never make us angry?'" Pandora guessed, and was rewarded by his deep laugh. "Actually, I do know," she said. "It means 'loyalty binds us.'"
"That's right," Devon said. "Whatever happens, we Ravenels will remain loyal to each other. We'll never sacrifice one for the sake of the rest.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Spring

“The estate grounds, like the surrounding farmland, were beautifully maintained, with deep mature hedges and old stone walls covered with climbing roses and soft, fluttery bursts pf purple wisteria. Jasmine and honeysuckle perfumed the air where the carriages came to a slow halt in front of the portico.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Devil's Daughter

“—Pues la pillará algún día —insistió Pandora con aire ominoso—, si es que no la ha pillado ya. Y luego me la transmitirá a mí. —Estás siendo muy dramática. Y no todos los libertinos tienen sífilis.
—Le pienso preguntar.
—¡Pandora, no lo hagas! Ese pobre hombre se asustará.
—También me asustaré yo si termino perdiendo la nariz.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Spring

“—Jamás he querido casarme —continuó Pandora—. Puede decírselo cualquier persona que me conozca. Cuando era pequeña, no me gustaban las historias de princesas que necesitaban ser rescatadas. No pedí ningún deseo a una estrella fugaz, ni deshojé margaritas mientras decía «me ama, no me ama». En la boda de mi hermano, repartieron trozos de la tarta nupcial a todas las muchachas solteras y dijeron que si los poníamos debajo de la almohada, soñaríamos con nuestro futuro marido. Yo me lo comí. Hasta la última miga. Los planes que he hecho para mi vida, no incluyen convertirme en la esposa de nadie.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Spring

“For the time being, all you need to do is become acquainted with St. Vincent. And if you decide you don't wish to marry him, for any reason, you won't have to."
They both stood. Impulsively, Pandora stepped forward and dove her face against Devon's chest and hugged him, undoubtedly surprising him as much as herself. She rarely sought out physical contact with anyone. "Thank you," she said in a muffled voice. "It means a great deal that my feelings matter to you."
"Of course they do, sweetheart." Devon gave her a comforting squeeze before drawing back to look down at her. "Do you know the motto on the Ravenel coat of arms?"
"Loyalté nous lie."
Do you know what that means?"
"'Never make us angry?'" Pandora guessed, and was rewarded by his deep laugh. "Actually, I do know," she said. "It means 'loyalty binds us.'"
"That's right," Devon said. "Whatever happens, we Ravenels will remain loyal to each other. We'll never sacrifice one for the sake of the rest.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Spring

“Cuando sus dedos se entrelazaron, Pandora supo que a pesar de lo lista que era la doctora Garrett, estaba equivocada sobre una cosa. Había magia en el mundo, y era perceptible cada día, poseía la misma fuerza que movía las mareas y hacía palpitar el corazón del hombre.”
― Lisa Kleypas

“How far you've brought us," Kathleen murmured, resting against him, "in such a short time. You've turned us all into a family."
"Don't give me credit for that, love," Devon said, ducking his head to press a crooked grin against the side of her face. "We all did it together."
Kathleen turned in his arms to regard the trio of goldfinches. "I wonder what they'll do," she mused aloud, "now that they're out in the world, in the open air?"
He snuggled her back against him, and nuzzled her cheek. "Whatever they want.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Chasing Cassandra

“He was a good-looking man with black hair and dark blue eyes, his handsomeness agreeably roughened by a scar or two, and a nose that had once been broken. He had the perpetually vigilant gaze of a man who was all too familiar with the more dangerous streets and rookeries of London. But when he was among family and friends, he had a quiet, relaxed charm that Merritt liked immensely.
As the illegitimate son of the late Earl of Trenear, Ethan was the most enigmatic member of the Ravenel family. Very little was known about his past, and he preferred to keep it that way. However, he was good friends with West Ravenel, who was married to Merritt's best friend, Phoebe, and Phoebe had told her a great deal about him.
"Ethan once worked as a government agent," Phoebe had said. "He was part of an intelligence force that was secretly funded by the Home Office. It had something to do with espionage and foreign intelligence, and one's better off not asking too many questions about it. But Ethan was a highly trained agent.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Disguise

“When Ethan finally arrived at Heron's Point and was shown into the parlor, Merritt was concerned by his appearance. He was obviously exhausted, with sleepless shadows beneath his eyes, and uncharacteristic grooves of strain carved into his face. Ethan's iron constitution and Napoleonic ability to go without sleep had always been a source of ready humor among the Ravenels. But he was still a young man who shouldered a weight of worldly responsibilities that would have crushed nearly everyone else.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Disguise

“He was handsome... she would give him that. Although not in the way of Theo, who had been blessed with the refined features and golden hair of a young Apollo. Devon Ravenel's dark good looks were bold and raffish, weathered with a cynicism that made him look every bit his twenty-eight years. She felt a shock every time she looked up into his eyes, the blue of a rough winter ocean, the vivid irises rimmed with blue-black. His face was smooth shaven, but the lower half was shadowed with a beard grain that even the sharpest razor would not completely remove.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Cold-Hearted Rake