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“The soul is healed by being with children.”
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“As his rendition quietened, he recalled her words from a time in their earliest meetings. How music gave her life. Gave her reason. Gave her purpose. How in her solitary state, the sounds that she’d summoned, were a company of sanity. A body of a million notes, written and played by her and for her. It was her air. Just as she was his. Her presence, his music.”
― Gulab
― Gulab
“London. “Look Olivier. Quite a sight isn’t it?” Commandant Auguste Angers stood tall in his stirrups as he pointed out the far distant dome of St. Paul’s. The bronzed roof of the cathedral was glistening in the sun during a brief break in the clouds. The commandant and his colleague and deputy, Captain Olivier Rougemont, had enjoyed a morning’s exhilarating ride in Richmond Park. The commandant was riding his favourite grey, Chloe, and Rougemont was on his boss’s second string, a chestnut Annette.”
― The French Spy
― The French Spy
“CAMILLE DESMOULINS: For the establishment of liberty and the safety of the nation, one day of anarchy will do more than ten years of National Assemblies.”
― A Place of Greater Safety
― A Place of Greater Safety
“He grimaced and went after her. “I’m not a trainer. Just spent a lot of time working out.”
“Misspent youth, clearly.” She held the door open, standing just outside.
“My application to princess school was rejected.” Callan exited the building and fell into step alongside her. “Working out was how I coped.”
Sunlight peeked out from behind striped clouds and lit the early-morning sky. Autumn weather chilled the perspiration on his skin.
“Such a shame.” Meridian glanced up at him out of the corner of her eye.
“What is?”
“That you didn’t go to princess school. Could have learned some manners.” Her blue-green eyes sparked in the sunlight. And her mouth . . . Her lips set in some smart-looking, lopsided grin, with a small dimple.
I should definitely kiss that look off her face.
“Overrated. Inefficient. And I look terrible in a tiara.”
― Losing My Breath
“Misspent youth, clearly.” She held the door open, standing just outside.
“My application to princess school was rejected.” Callan exited the building and fell into step alongside her. “Working out was how I coped.”
Sunlight peeked out from behind striped clouds and lit the early-morning sky. Autumn weather chilled the perspiration on his skin.
“Such a shame.” Meridian glanced up at him out of the corner of her eye.
“What is?”
“That you didn’t go to princess school. Could have learned some manners.” Her blue-green eyes sparked in the sunlight. And her mouth . . . Her lips set in some smart-looking, lopsided grin, with a small dimple.
I should definitely kiss that look off her face.
“Overrated. Inefficient. And I look terrible in a tiara.”
― Losing My Breath
Gillian’s 2025 Year in Books
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