Teresa Denys Quotes
“I forbid you to go."
"I am not yours to forbid. Comfort your pride with your conquest!"
The raw anguish of it stopped me. Tears were threatening to spill from my eyes so that I had to bend my head, fighting for self-control, and I did not hear him come up beside me. His hand touched my shoulder, then dropped again as I shivered.
"Does this look like pride?" His voice was shaking. "Or must I grovel?"
He was on his knees at my feet, and as I watched he lifted the hem of my gown to his lips and kissed it. I made some sort of sound in my throat, but I could not speak.
"You cannot go." He spoke in a whisper, without lifting his head. "I love you. I have always loved you--I bought you from your vile brother because I could not live without you."
As I stared down at his bowed, bright head, the earth shook under my feet. This could not be happening, I thought.”
“He sat on his horse unmoving, a somber black figure in startling contrast to the vivid colors about him, the sun dazzling on his white gold hair. Unlike the duke and his bastard, there was no laughter in his face, and his eyes were not searching the housefronts for diversion-instead, he was staring intently straight up at my window.”
“I knew then, looking up at him, that I had been deceiving myself, calling this feeling by any name but love. Lust for the beautiful animal who had seduced me, fear of the vicious tyrant, compassion for the haunted man who cried like a lost child in my arms—they were only part of what I felt for him.”
“Kindness is a painless thing to give, and easy, a sop to those you do not need. Friendship and kindness have nought to do with this.' For a moment, the look in his eyes, as brilliant as an eagle's in the harsh inscrutability of his face, terrified her. 'I am not kind to the air I breathe, nor the food I eat, nor to you.”
“She stared at him breathlessly, seething. It was like hurling herself against a wall of granite, she thought disjointedly; fighting against him hurt her. But if she yielded to the unreasoned impulse of her love at this moment and flung herself into his arms in contrite tears, she would never come so close again to the citadel in his soul that he let no one approach unscathed.”
“Those fierce animal passions of his were his masters, not his slaves, and he was as much their victim as those he punished when he was in their grip. And despite what he had done to me tonight, I knew that his desire was real. Even if all his need was for a living body and arms to hold him, it was still a bitter desperate need.”
“Once it was two lads— Domenico and Piero— and it was Piero who lorded it with you! You do not choose to remember—"
"I remember well enough." Domenico's voice was dangerously even. "Forbear to talk of it."
"If you remember, then judge my jealousy. Measure for measure with the love I gave you."
"You loved the son of the Duke of Cabria." The raw fury in Domenico's eyes made Piero step back, but his voice was still stifled. "It was my power you made your court to; you thought to haul yourself higher on my coattails and rule the state from behind my throne. Do not tell me tales of your undying love.”
- Description: Denys was Jacqui Bianchi, a major editor at Mills & Boon, overseeing such authors as Penny Jordan, Leigh Michaels, and Emma Goldrick. She died suddenly, apparently in a car crash, in 1987 or 1988.