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Flowers from the Storm QUOTES

Flowers from the Storm QUOTES

1 " There was no public to humiliate him here. They already knew he was a lunatic. They expected it. He could burst into howls of insanity, and they would only smile those gentle smiles at him and wrestle him into the chains. "

― Laura Kinsale , Flowers from the Storm

2 " He didn’t reckon that God owed him anything. He reckoned that he’d had it all, and wasted it. Burning lakes and howling fiends had just never seemed that convincing, perils hardly fit to frighten naughty children.

He turned over, staring up at the darkess.

Damned…having found out now what hell was really like. "

― Laura Kinsale , Flowers from the Storm

3 " He put his fist against his chest. “Burn, Maddygirl,” he said. Then he turned and left her in the flickering gloom and thunder. "

― Laura Kinsale , Flowers from the Storm

4 " He lifted his eyes. They were the color of the deepest heart of hurricane clouds, deeper blue than the sky behind him. "

― Laura Kinsale , Flowers from the Storm

5 " Was that what she meant? Why she cried? Because he was an animal afraid to leave its cage, no words to say what he thought, no thoughts but muddled mad stupid thoughts? "

― Laura Kinsale , Flowers from the Storm

6 " He liked radical politics and had a fondness for chocolate. "

― Laura Kinsale , Flowers from the Storm

7 " "There was no public to humiliate him here. They already knew he was a lunatic. They expected it. He could burst into howls of insanity, and they would only smile those gentle smiles at him and wrestle him into the chains." "

― Laura Kinsale , Flowers from the Storm

8 " "The duke stopped beside Maddy’s chair. He turned to Mr. Pember and in the sort of tone that could command regiments, uttered. “Cat.” "

― Laura Kinsale , Flowers from the Storm

9 " The baby closed its mouth, staring at him with hope and small hiccups.

“Jesus,” he said. He lay down on the bed, pulling the pillow under his head, and drew the whole bundle of coat, shawl and infant up against his shirt. A tiny hand closed tight on the lace. One sob erupted, and then changed midbreath to a soft sigh.

Women, he thought sardonically, sinking in the bedclothes, with sleep revolving and closing in his head. He moved one finger, feeling a cheek as soft as down.

What’s your name?

Ask the girl. Remember that…

Maddy…

It was wrong. I must leave thee now.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry, little girl… I’m so tired. I never deserved you, did I? Maddy… but I loved you.

I always loved you. "

― Laura Kinsale , Flowers from the Storm

10 " It had not seemed difficult, on a small income, to know what was right to do....Now, with so much, it was daily a decision: what was necessary, what was frivolous...It was so much gray--so little black and white; for a year she'd spent more of her time questioning herself and how she lived in Truth than she had done altogether in her life. "

― Laura Kinsale , Flowers from the Storm

11 " Dost though even know what would become of me? Thou dost not." She exhaled sharply. "Friends would disown me. It is our way. I would be alone!"

"No," he said unexpectedly. He turned and held his hand to her, palm upward, empty, a simple masculine offering. "Maddygirl. With...me. "

― Laura Kinsale , Flowers from the Storm

12 " The flame in her was slow and deep-he was going to incite it with the fire in himself; he was going to make a blaze to burn down cities, to lay waste cathedrals and castles and plain meetinghouses-to make a world where it was only him, and only her, and this bed, and one flesh. "

― Laura Kinsale , Flowers from the Storm

13 " He felt her draw a little shuddering breath, and then a wet tumble of water on her cheek. She whispered, “God forgive, Jervaulx—that I sh’dovethee.”

That I should love thee.<\i>

It broke the spell that held him. Had she said that? He pushed back, gazing at her. "

― Laura Kinsale , Flowers from the Storm

14 " The flowers were opulent, full-blown, topple shower petals at a touch. He thought that she might topple that way, falling all at once into his hand, a soft drift of blossom between his fingers. The roses bowed their extravagant heads, nodding, but she was all stiff prim and black, back in her bonnet, so that he could not see her face unless she looked directly at him. "

― Laura Kinsale , Flowers from the Storm