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371 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published March 25, 2008
"I'm not blind," he said, very low. "Words are not the only way we communicate, you and I. They never were."(Edited to add more quotes, though I have so many I more):
"His fingers began to play lightly with hers. "I don't know why I come, myself, since no one seems willing to listen to me." She laughed weakly. Both of their hands were gloved, but the heat of his touch came through the cotton, and she had a sudden vivid image of his naked hand in hers. Their hands intertwined."
"His finger left a trail of warmth across her cheek, like the passing of a sunbeam. “I see," she said faintly, and had enough sense to bite down on the next words that came to her: Would you touch me again?"
" "Emma," he said quietly, and pressed a kiss to her parted lips. She stirred, small twitches and sleepy noises. He kissed her again, more deeply this time, and ran a hand down her side, to the swell of her hip. Her eyelashes fluttered up; color came into her cheeks. He smiled against her. Fairy tales were wasted on children. Until this moment, even he had not fathomed the power of waking someone with a kiss." (Thanks to Quinn for this quote!)
“Her face was turned a little toward him. He kissed her softly on the mouth. No hedge of thorns had ever grown so thick as the cold with which she surrounded herself. With his lips and tongue he willed it to melt. Wake up, Emma. Sleep no longer.”
"His eyes were a luminescent green-gold, catlike as they reflected the faint light spilling from the bungalow."My Julian Sinclair (Hrithik Roshan)
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"The man was unnervingly handsome - like something from a fever dream, brilliant and fierce, skin touched by gold and hair so black it absorbed the light. Earlier, indoors, she had found herself looking at him, thinking his face begged to be sketched. It would take only a few economical strokes - sharp angular slashes for his cheekbones, a bold straight nose, a fierce square for his jaw. Perhaps his lips would take more time. They were full and mobile, and saved his countenance from sternness.
He was very tanned. Doubt flickered through her mind, quashed as she considered his starched cravat and the elegantly cut tailcoat. Of course he was English."
My Emma Martin(Rachel Hurd-Wood):
While it didn't quite happen like this (though Julian certainly would have wanted it to! ^_^), I love this image and it reminded me of a scene in this book... *shivers*
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'In a debut romance as passionate and sweeping as the British Empire, Meredith Duran paints a powerful picture of an aristocrat torn between two worlds, an heiress who dares to risk everything...and the love born in fire and darkness that nearly destroys them.'
"But ..." It was too much to take in. "India without Britain?
"The Americans managed it."
She recoiled at his sarcasm.
"That isn't what I meant."
"I beg your pardon, Miss Martin; what did you mean?"
"Well, we simply can't drop everything and run away, can we?"
Very softly he said, "I see. Is this where you preach to me of how English civilization will save the savages?
His mixed blood had always provided fodder to the wags - after one rather reckless adventure in his youth, the papers in London had dubbed him the "savage noble".
"But above all, you must understand that they wanted to do to you what has been done to them. Emma, this land has been crushed by the English."
"I'll come back for you ..."
He was not as strong as Emma. When the tears came, he could not check them.
On a breath, he leaned forward. It was such a small space to close. Such an infinite distance to cross.They are both very strong, very well drawn characters, but in a different way. Julian grew up knowing he didn't belong, he had years of experience to shield himself. Emma's trauma is swift and extremely violent, but she's a true survivor. Julian belongs to the list of my all time favourite heroes. Tormented by guilt for leaving her behind, he realises that Emma needs understanding, a person who listens, who is there for her. And he does just that. From tenderness, to rage and back to tenderness. Emma's process is more difficult. The violence and tragedy she experienced, along with the belief that the man she loved left her behind, is not easily overcome, nor should it. Duran's prose gives these feelings a depth that is poignant and infinitely breathtaking. I soaked up every word, went back to a paragraph to re-read it, tried to linger as much as possible. I simply didn't want the book to end, and it took me a couple of days to pick up a new book. I didn't want to let go.
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07/19/15"Words are not the only way we communicate, you and I. They never were."