K.J. Charles Quotes

But - Why didn't you say?"

"Secret agent. Secret.

If Guy had been asked at any point in his entire adult life prior to this week how he might envisage himself speaking to Sir Philip Rookwood, "planning illicit amours" would have been the least likely answer imaginable, matched only in its implausibility by "up a tree".

Stephen can, of course, use my power, for two reasons. Firstly, because it's his, just as all I am and all I have are his. Not that he ever asks, of course. I'm not sure that he quite believes it." He looked round at Stephen, a rueful smile dawning, ignoring Fairley's loud noises of disgust. "But I do hope you are aware, my sweet, somewhere in that absurd heart, that I am ever, entirely, and quite pathetically yours.

Charles Waterton and His Eccentric Taxidermy.

I give him the truth. I don't ask for his; I give him mine. The shames the fears, the desires. I have made myself vulnerable to him, I have put my soul in his hands, and he has cherished it.

Not much. I've very little imagination. It's the imaginative chaps who suffer." "'The coward dies a thousand deaths

Every man is entitled to his beliefs."
"Yes, any man has a right to his beliefs, and a duty to question them too," Raven retorted. "If you don't take out your beliefs for washing now and again, they're just bad habits.

Let me be frank. I find you intriguing, and extremely appealing, and delightful company, and very much a man who deserves more pleasure in his life. If you'd like to take that pleasure with me, I'd be honoured. If you aren't so minded, don't take offence at the offer, and I shan't at the refusal. And if you decide you'd prefer Corvin, for example, I shall bow out like a gentleman, although I shall probably kick him in the shins at some point from pure envy.

If you tell me no, I will be silent. If you prefer, I shall never ask again. But you should know that I would plead on my knees. If I thought you wanted me there.'

"To win my help?"

"Be damned to your help. I want your mouth, and your hands, and your hair, and your eyes. I want to stop feeling as though half of my world has gone missing. That puts no obligation on you, none at all, but it is the truth. Do as you wish with it.

Heroic," Crane told Baines contemptuously. "Old women, idiot children, bound men, you'll take on all comers. There's a three-legged stray dog hangs around the lanes here. Perhaps someday you could work up to kicking that.

Arrogant , beautiful, domineering Lord Crane, with the caring that made Stephen's heart break, and the vicious streak that made his knees bend, had chosen him among all the men's men of London, and treated him with a loyalty, generosity and almost painful honesty that made Stephen's heart hurt. And his reward was a few doled-out crumbs of Stephen's time in a country he hated.

Ben looked up, and the foundations of his life began to crumble.

He had rid my inherited house of a lustful ghost, opened my eyes to a concealed world of strange forces and arcane knowledge, and buggered me twice.

No." Leo grinned reminiscently. "Tom was the most lawless man I ever knew. He always said he never let a friend
down - "
"But sometimes people didn't know they weren't friends any more until it was too late.

Come to bed with me, you blasted radical. Bring me your revolution.

Well, God knows what you used to be, then, because you're built like a brick shithouse and hung like a horse.

But evidently something in the line of his mouth and the set of his shoulders made him seem the sort of man who hurt people, and there were men who liked to be hurt.

Cyprian didn't shrug - a servant of his calibre would never do such a thing - but his entire demeanor implied a shrug.

You're remarkably uninteresting for a flying trollop.

Nobody ain't going to lay a finger on you, missus," said Merrick. "Not while me and my lord are standing. You tell Mr. Day about it and don't worry no more"
"Since when did you talk to law?" demanded Leonora in Shanghainese.
"Since his nobility's fucking it. Youe want the shortarse on your side.

There are a number of recommended methods of dealing with ghosts - salt and iron, harmonic resonance, some people swear by exorcism, and not just the priests - but that's the fist time I've seen anyone try a left hook.

Charm's a very dangerous thing. Lucien, tell me," Stephen said thoughtfully. "This respect for shamans, this inviolability ... "
"Mmm?"
"Well, I don't know if you remember, but some three weeks ago, you tied me to your bedposts and spent two hours subjecting me to acts of unimaginable depravity. And considering you call me a shaman
"
"I take issue with 'unimaginable'," Crane interrupted, sudden heat and light rushing through him. "I imagine those acts in detail every night you're not there. In fact, I've imagined quite a few more that I have every intention of subjecting you to when I get a chance.

I love you dearly, my friend. I always will, but even without my tastes, I think we would not have grown well together. The fact is, you want an ally. I prefer a challenge. You want agreement; I want contraries. I want Silas.

Justin Lazarus was without question a disgraceful fraud, but as his lips moved in silent prayer, Nathaniel could not help the thought that he looked like a glorious fuck.

I have no quarrel with democrats in principle, except that they are as much frauds and liars as the rest. It is often said that mankind will not be free till the last king is strangled with the guts of the last priest; if you ask me, the man who ordered the strangling would promptly step forth to proclaim himself Lord Protector, and it would all begin again.

Such an easy thing, to be liked. All you had to do was make sure people didn't know you.

He had always found hope harder to deal with than despair. Despair didn't get disappointed.

When my namesake, the great Caesar, rode in triumph," Julius said, "he was accompanied by a slave whose role was to whisper to him, You are but mortal. To remind him he was merely a man who would one day die like any other. If I could, I should have you at my side to remind me that I am alive, because I have not felt alive in so damned long, and with you, I do. No, I don't want you to marry, any more than I want you to return to your dirty democrats. I want to show you the world, and see you smile, and keep you with me while my soul grows back.

The unspoken thing, the forbidden hope, the one point that made David's service feel like servitude because he could not even ask. But Lord Richard still wasn't moving, his deep blue eyes locked on David's and wide with shock, and now they knew. Now they both knew and there was no pretending otherwise.

Listen. Whatever the hell is going on, and I include the Bruton bitch in that, we will face it together. You and me. No more pissing about, Stephen, no more trying to do it all yourself, or to run the world single-handed. You will ask for help, you will take it, and you will put us first. That's not negotiable, understand?

Nobody else. Just as nobody has brought me to my knees as you do. And I should like to be there begging you to comeback to me now, but that's not the issue, is it?"

"No."

"No. I wish it were." Richard sighed. "When you come back to me, my fox, you will do so of your own will. I depend on that.

I'm not offended by ham, you understand, I simply don't eat it. The only meat that *offends* me is kidney, and that's for aesthetic reasons.

Rowley had thought at first the beast had no name; it had taken him a while to understand that it had a perfectly good, descriptive name to which it was as likely to answer as any other, and that name was Cat. There was something terribly Clem about that.

I said, ask."
"Nicely?" Justin enquired.
"I doubt you're capable of nicely outside the seance room."
Justin bared his teeth, then let himself go languid in the chair, raising his arms behind his head. "Oh, Mr. Roy," he murmured through a shameless pout. "Please, sir, I've the wickedest spirits upon me. I'm quite at their mercy." He hooked a leg behind one of Nathaniel's powerful thighs. "I can't help myself, sir, I'm consumed by their influences." He tugged Nathaniel's hand to his chest, sliding his fingers between shirt buttons. "Oh! Oh, sir, is it a spirit hand I can feel on me?"
"If you don't stop talking like that - "
"Please sir, drive them out of me," Justin begged. "I can't control myself."
"Are you going to stop it?"
"I can't," Justin panted. "I'm a slave to the lower spirits. Oh, the things they want me to do to you. Filthy, terrible things, sir.

"Nicely?" Justin" title="K.J. Charles Quotes: I said, ask."
"Nicely?" Justin" width="913px" height="515px" loading="lazy"/>

A story without an ending is an unbearable itch to the reader.

I love you," Julius observed at last. "To a degree that frankly startles me.

Would I like sodomy?"
"That is without a doubt the best question that has ever been asked. English was invented purely so that you could ask that.

"That" title="K.J. Charles Quotes: Would I like sodomy?"
"That" width="913px" height="515px" loading="lazy"/>

Most people," Clem said carefully, "most people think that I shouldn't make a fuss."

"Most people think that nobody should make a fuss until it's their own comfort at stake, at which point they will bring the roof down shrieking about it.

People create poetry and mustard gas. We invent gods and monsters and gods that might as well be monsters. We act with extraordinary grace and unfathomable cruelty. We're so terribly intelligent, and dreadfully easy to fool.

If you can't be happy, then be something else. Be useful, that would be good. Decorative, if you like. Selfish, if you must. But don't whine about it.

The house is decaying, the furnishings are museum pieces, half the staff are consumed with loathing of me out of loyalty to my father, or because I remind them of my brother. In any case, they're people who lived in the same house as Hector when there are perfectly good ditches to die in, which tells you as much as you need to know.

His shirtsleeves were rolled up against the heat, baring forearms that Theo wanted, suddenly and urgently, to squeeze between his thighs.

I don't believe in demons and pitchforks. But I think, if you had to define hell, you could take a good man and deny him the rites he believed in, and condemn his soul to a slow process of corruption until it was nothing but a mass of rage and hate and seething evil that his true self would have loathed. I think that would be hell.

Are. To have people cut you dead, or look at you with contempt, or have your friends and family turn their backs - You don't know what that's like. I don't want you to know what that's like. God damn it, I saw your face when you thought your uncles would get those bloody photographs!

I am in the process of nailing Mr. Humphrey Griffin to the wall so thoroughly that future generations will mistake him for a tapestry, ...

Tell him that I am quite specifically in desperate need of a redheaded bastard."
Julius blinked. "And that will help, will it?

The question was never whether I loved you," Alec whispered. "It was, How brave am I? or maybe How afraid am I? And it turns out I'm slightly braver than I am afraid when it comes to you.

Did anyone wonder if someone hit his head for him?

That's different." "People always say that, you know," Julius observed. "And yet, somehow, it never is. Here we are." They

Miss Nodder leaned forward, then glanced round at Stephen. "Are you in this conversation, of just skulking?"
"Mostly skulking." Stephen had a particular knack for making himself unobtrusive. He was mildly impressed that he'd been noticed. "But I have a licence to skulk.

The more love you give, the more you are capable of giving. It's only when you shut off the source that it dries up.

Wednesday by Wednesday, week by week, I have become yours for the taking.

My life changed four months ago, and I utterly failed to understand that until just recently, and therefore ... I may have omitted to tell you that I love you." He took a breath. "That's all.

Someone wanted to choke me to death on my own hair?

He liked being the bigger man of the two, even though it wasn't by much, he liked the way his solid rugby player's build matched and countered Jonah's athletic strength. But there was something about Jonah's body hair, that incontrovertible evidence of his masculinity, that made Ben feel…not that he was less manly, precisely, but that Jonah was more so.

This was the torment and insanity, the enjoyment of angels, when he was helpless in Silas's hands. "Frighten me," Dominic whispered.

Of course I've got a conscience," Jonah said. "He's sitting right here next to me.

Have you seen the mummies at the British Museum?"
"The Egyptian ones? No, not yet. But they have a similar thing in China."
"Did you ever imagine if they started moving? Withered hands reaching towards you and sunken eyes staring?"
"I didn't, but now I know what I'll be dreaming about tonight.

Right. Put Some coffee on while I think about this. I'm in dire need"
Merrick gave him a look. "You can't work the stove, can you?"
"I'm the eighth Earl Crane and the twelfth Viscount Fortunegate. I don't have to work the stove."
"Two extra names and you can't lift your arms any more. Bloody lucky they didn't make you a duke too or you'd forget how to brush your own teeth.

Richard couldn't adorn David's ears with jewels and doubted very much he'd want them. Even the plainest gifts would be attention-grabbing, inappropriate, dangerous. Richard would just have to give his valet the world instead.

It's a bright shadow," Clem said with fierce intensity, and Rowley's throat closed. For the words, and their meaning, and for Clem's open look, without the nervous apprehension and the hint of a stammer. For the trust that allowed him in moments like this to drop his ever-present guard. Hell

In writing Simon's stories, I have written myself out of my own life.

I like the way he says 'furthermore'," Merrick observed quietly. "Cos you can tell he means 'wankers'.

There's no good doing the right thing unless you stop people doing the wrong thing.

When I fuck you, Mr. Day, it will not be briefly. It will be long and hard and extremely thorough. I'm going to take pains with you.

You like 'em dangerous, that's your trouble. If they ain't leaving a trail of dead, you ain't interested.

He'd spent his life carefully not looking into an abyss of rage like the pit of hellfire he'd so often been told awaited pagans, because if he ever really looked, he feared he might be angry forever.

I have been coming to love you for a long time, you damned seditious brute, as I almost found the courage to tell you earlier. Wednesday by Wednesday, week by week, I have loved you.

There is something very old and odd and quite unpleasant about this house."
"Yes, its Graham."
Stephan grinned and followed him into the long room.