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“His eyes were striking, icy clear and bright with intelligence, a cool, penetrating intelligence that would cut right to the core of things, to assess, dismiss, eviscerate. All at once, she was as transparent and fragile as glass.”
― Evie Dunmore, Bringing Down the Duke

“The harder he tried to keep control, to keep the thoughts and emotions firmly buried, the more anarchical it all became, as if a lifetime of leashed passion had broken free and was coming for him with vengeance, as if he had only been spared the lunacy of love before because he had been destined to be brought down by this particular woman.”
― Evie Dunmore, Bringing Down the Duke

“There it was, the fire she had sensed behind the ice, smoldering at a thousand degrees hotter than leaping flames. Oh, they had it wrong, the people who called him cool and aloof. He was a man who did not do things by halves, and he knew. So he leashed himself. Untether him, and he would burn as hotly as he was cold, and the dark force of her own passion would crash against his like a wave against a rock rather than pull him under.
He is my match.”
― Evie Dunmore, Bringing Down the Duke

“That what I saw in him wasn't a result of blind faith, but a truth he couldn't see for himself.”
― Kate Stewart, Method