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I don't know how I'm going to keep these brothers straight. My brain is already stumbling over the serial "H" names.

Under the oak, too, were flowers and grass, but it stood among them scowling, rigid, misshapen, and grim as ever.
“Yes, the oak is right, a thousand times right,” thought Prince Andrew.
“Let others—the young—yield afresh to that fraud, but we know life, our life is finished!”

"I shall call him Odysseus."

I do not know what the future holds or where I will find the stamina to continue. But if we have won the war, as some believe, I will call myself blessed for the gifts... gifts Deacon Thomas thought wasted on a woman... that have brought me before great men.

“You have lost your faith,” Mrs. Thomas mourned. “My faith is not in a church. My faith is in God. I have not lost my faith,” I argued softly, shaking my head. I had not lost my faith, but I was in grave danger of losing all hope.

It was beginning. Not just a skirmish or a protest or throwing tea into the harbor. It wasn’t pamphlets and speeches and practice drills on town greens. It wasn’t even a skirmish in the woods. It was cannons. Warships. Thousands wounded. Hundreds killed. It was war.

"My lady," he mumbled on her cheek, when her indrawn gasp for breath broke the kiss. "It is a church." "Then release me, monkish man, and I will lead thee astray outside."

"If thou love me as thy liege," she said, "for today thy court is mine alone."

I don't think I could get over this...

What the hell was she doing to him?
He didn’t feel.
And this. This was bloody well feeling.

Yay! A dog! :D

"What are you going to the war for?" asked Pierre.
"What for? I don't know. Because I have to. Besides, I'm going..." he stopped. "I'm going because the life I lead here, this life is not to my taste."

For all she refused to trust, refused to hope—her innate nature was winning out. She had taken a leap of faith in latching onto him at Wolfbridge Castle and—damn—he didn’t want to do anything to destroy that. He liked that look in her eyes. Liked that she looked at him as if he were the only man in the world.

OMG... this girl is driving me insane.

Sometimes, guarding him felt like trying to put socks on a rooster.

"Wait. Are you... are you drunk?"

I love it, that this author always writes about real places...