Heart-stopping envy is the sincerest form of flattery.

— Anna Godbersen

Henry closed his eyes and imagined the sweet petulant handedness with which she had stared at him on the beach. He felt a little proud that she could love him.

— Anna Godbersen

Henry was thinking of the younger Holland sister of the way she could go from being an impetuous girl to a knowing woman in a few seconds and never lose the stars in her eyes.

— Anna Godbersen

Henry wondered not for the first time if her blood ran red or black.

— Anna Godbersen

Her heart the damned thing had begun to race, and she only hoped that the rapid inflation and deflation of her chest wasn't visible beneath her fitted bodice.

— Anna Godbersen

He turned his dark eyes on the girl whom he had dreamed of so often over the previous months. Beside him, at that very moment of existence, at the heart of torrential downpour, she was exquisitely real, and she, too, seemed content to go on sitting there forever.

— Anna Godbersen

He was a mystery to her, and every time she tried to solve him it caused her a little more pain. But when she tired to give him up he pursued her in her thoughts, stronger each time.

— Anna Godbersen

How she wished she had Elizabeth to herself for a little so they could discuss what Henry's real intentions were and also how high and mighty Penelope had acted at lunch and what a tremendous insult it was that she'd come at all and did anyone really think she was beautiful with those oversize features anyway.

— Anna Godbersen

I can't imagine what my life was before. I can't imagine ever being without you for very long again.

— Anna Godbersen

I know that I might die but that seems a happier end than being without you, and anyway it seems to me that looking in the face of hard things and still being able to move forward even when the end includes grave danger and the possibility of death is the mark of a man.

— Anna Godbersen