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Don’t tell me your name. It’s likely to awaken my conscience, and that’s the last thing we want.Julia Quinn
2
If he was planning to attack and ravish, he gave no indication of being in a hurry to do so.Julia Quinn
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I can imagine no greater bliss than to lie about, reading novels all day.Julia Quinn
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He closed his eyes. The insides of his eyelids were a brownish black, not at all the same as the thick purple of the night. Darkness had so many colors. It was strange, that, and perhaps a little disquieting. But–―Oh! ‖A foot slammed into his left calf, and he opened his eyes just in time to see a woman tumbling backward. Right onto his blanket. He smiled. The gods still loved him.Julia Quinn
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At present, however, with his aching head and queasy stomach, Sebastian was feeling exceedingly resistible. Or if not that, then resistant. Aphrodite herself could descend from the ceiling, floating on a bloody clamshell, naked but for a few well-placed flowers, and he‘d likely puke at her feet. No, no, she ought to be completely naked. If he was going to prove the existence of a goddess, right here in this room, she was damned well going to be naked. He‘d still puke on her feet, though.Julia Quinn
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Sebastian got up and walked to the window, resting his forehead against the pane. It was cold outside, and the icy chill pressed up against him through the glass. He liked the sensation. It was big. Grand. The sort of vivid moment that reminded him of his humanity. He was cold, therefore he must be alive. He was cold, therefore he must not be invincible. He was cold, therefore He stood back and let out a disgusted snort. He was cold, therefore he was cold. There wasn‘t really much more to it.Julia Quinn