#roman

No. No, I don't believe you'd betray me with her. I don't believe you'd cheat on me. But I'm afraid, and I'm sick in my heart that you might look at her, then at me. And regret. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#mystery #romance #death

The Romans were not inventors of the supporting arch, but its extended use in vaults and intersecting barrel shapes and domes is theirs. ↗

— Harry Seidler

#arch #barrel #extended #inventors #romans

Gavin turned us to face Josh, a satisfied grin springing up when he noticed the condition of Josh’s clothes. “Thanks for the last-minute invitation, man.” Josh chuckled, patting Gavin on the shoulder. “Shall I do the honors, Mr. Suave?” “Sure thing, Frodo Baggins. By the way, I hear the Shire has impeccable dinner parties this time of year.” The corners of Gavin’s lips twitched and his eyebrows shot up as he gestured to a food stain of some sort near the collar of Josh’s white shirt. Josh’s chin shot down to follow Gavin’s amusement and he quickly tried to wipe away the crumbs. “Yeah, well … you know how we hobbits like to eat. ↗

— Rachael Wade

#hoodoo #paranormal-romance #romance #the-gates #vampires

Tamsen lay listening to the crashing of the waves on the beach, the symphony of the ocean competing with the orchestral maneuvers of the first birds singing in the dawn. ↗

— Toni Kenyon

#nature-s-beauty #romance #beauty

Brick walls towered over her. Decrepit staircases crowded about her. Nothing had changed. The line there, the lessons there, the rape there. Shouldn't the place be crimson with blood and black with shame? ↗

— Sarah Sundin

#romance #world-war-ii #change

Betrayal is an ironic thing. He or she betrays you then you betray yourself. You think you’re showing strength with your anger, but in reality, you’re showing how much you still care. ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#betrayal #bickering #breakups #divorce #fights

Why did you wear heels? How are you supposed to fight a gargoyle in what you're wearing? ↗

— Priya Ardis

#chick-lit #coming-of-age #e-books #ebooks #fairy-tales

Angel, a crowd of millions couldn’t hide you from me. I found you once. I’ll always find you. ↗

— Sylvia Day

#love

That made love—not grace—the magic ingredient. Then a new thought hit her. Perhaps love was grace. A shiver went up her spine. What did that make anger? The antithesis of grace? ↗

— Penelope Marzec

#disability #inspirational #lawyer #police-officer #romance

It took Feyra some time to realise that she was not delirious: the citizens were wearing painted masks.From childhood she had heard the legend that the Venetians were half human, half beast.She knew that this could not be true, but in the swirling fog of this hellish city she almost believed it. The creatures seemed to stare at her down their warped noses from their blank and hollow eyes. And overlord of all was the winged lion - he was everywhere, watching from every plaque or pennant, ubiquitous and threatening. ↗

— Marina Fiorato

#bubonic-plague #historical-romance-fiction #medical-history #venice #architecture