Why must a woman always surrender? I am not prey!””No I am. Your arrow struck me long ago.” Paris took her hand and placed it on his chest.”Right here. And every time I try to...

When the old men fight, the young people die.

But are you not fond of me?” Paris looked up, his eyes full of reproach.”Fond of you? Myrina you are my queen. I want you more than I want life itself.

Courage has no age.

Paris shook his head.”Do you think I would teach just anyone to fight me to the death? I want you to be my wife. My one and only wife.

She laughed out loud, a warm, knowing laughter that made me once again wonder about the secret ingredient in these women’s lives. Whatever it was, I was clearly missing it. It was so much more...

It was one of those moments that no scientist can ever reduce to numbers, try as she might.

Great love, you believe, carries the seeds of great sorrow. Well, perhaps you are right. Perhaps the wise spurn one to remain safe from the other, but I should rather choose to have my eyes...

…or perhaps about acknowledging that life is a delicate balance of great forces, and that good would lose its potency if there was no evil left to fight in the world.

You can tease it’s mane all you like, but you can’t turn a house cat into a lion.

It may upset my secret sisters that I say this, but between you and me, if you’re so fortunate as to have captured the perfect male, peeling off that chain-mail bikini and becoming a part-time...

We are now left to choose between danger and regret, neither of which can restore the lives we have lost.

Juliet by Ann Fortier. The Maestro (Chapter5) … the slight nausea he was feeling must be somewhat near what God was feeling every minute of every day. If indeed He felt anything. He was, after...

He did not speak; merely looked at her with an expression she had seen traces of before but never fully understood until that moment. It was more apology than accusation—a dark stare of acknowledgment that...

It is madness. But sometimes, madness is the only path forward.

There is lust and then there is love. They are related, but still very different things. To indulge in one requires little but honeyed speech and a change of clothes; to obtain the other, by...

You are too kind, and I am unused to it. For your own sake, do not stroke my misery. It knows not how to respond, but with a vicious bite.

Neeta showed us there can be as much virtue in the things we do not do as on those we do.

Was I insane? Maybe. But then, there were many different kinds of insanity. Aunt Rose had always taken for granted that the whole world was in a state of constantly fluctuating madness, and that a...

Fear not! I would rather tear the heart from your bosom than take your bow, for I believe you would miss it less.

There is a trick to flying. The angels told me.” He had smiled at my wide-eyed awe. “You need to forget everything you know as a human being. When you are human, you discover that...

Yes you may come.” Paris held up a hand to delay Myrina’s raptures. “But this time you will not be wearing my crown. You will be my slave, and believe me I shall enjoy ordering...

But he is an Italian,” was Umberto’s sensible reply. “He doesn’t care if you break some law a little bit, as long as you wear beautiful shoes. Are you wearing beautiful shoes? Are you wearing...