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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."
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"I just meant maybe you could set here and drink one of em with me.He squinted at her. You ever notice how women have trouble takin no for a answer? I think itstarts about age three.What about men?They get used to it. They better."
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"He'd mesmerized her, held her soul captive. And she couldn't move."Unless you want more than a dream, he said.She did."Will you stay? he whispered. "Or will you go?She stayed. Heaven help her, she stayed.And Michael showed her just how romantic a library could be."

"Music was not so very different from mathematics. It was all just patterns and sequences. The only difference was that they hung in the air instead of on a piece of paper. Dancing was a grand equation. One side was sound, the other movement. The dancer's job was to make them equal."

"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, thereforeHe stood back and let out a disgusted snort. He was cold, therefore he was cold. There wasn't really much more to it."

"Would you care to dance? he blurted. "Now? She smiled adorably. "Is there music? There wasn't. It was some testament to how foolish in love he'd become that he did not even feel embarrassed."

"If he was planning to attack and ravish, he gave no indication of being in a hurry to do so."

"Anthony Bridgerton leaned back in his leather chair,and then announced, "I'm thinking about getting married."Benedict Bridgerton, who had been indulging in a habit his mother detested-tipping his chair drunkenly on the back two legs-fell over.Colin Bridgerton started to choke.Luckily for Colin, Benedict regained his seat with enough time to smack him soundly on the back, sending a green olive sailing across the table.It narrowly missed Anthony's ear."

"James started to laugh. His chin hurt where she'd smacked him twice, his foot throbbed where she'd stepped on it, and his entire body felt as if he'd swum through a rosebush, which wasn't as far off the truth as it sounded. Yet still he started to laugh."

"I'm not certain you'd know the right sort of man for you if he arrived on our doorstep riding an elephant."I would think the elephant would be a fairly good indication that I ought to look elsewhere."

"You should do that more often, he said. "Laugh, I mean."I know. But that sounded sad, and she didn't want to be sad, so she added, "I don't often get to torture grown men, though."Really? he murmured. "I would think you do it all the time.She looked at him."When you walk into a room, he said softly, "the air changes."

"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."
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