{"author":"Julie Anne Long","author_id":"Julie+Anne+Long","total_quotes":28,"quotes":[{"text":"I love you,' she murmured. The words ... It was as though an entire sun had exploded in his chest.He'd been ridiculous. His thrashing thoughts, his grand confusion and torment and helplessness -- it was only love, had always been love, he supposed. It was no precipice he stood at, or rather precipices have little meaning when one finally acknowledges that one has wings. Connor stepped off.'I love you, too.'Such grave, inadequate words for what it was he felt.","author":"Julie Anne Long","tags":["historical-romance","the-runaway-duke"],"id":4390,"author_id":"Julie+Anne+Long"},{"text":"But she bravely kept her eyes open; she was both lost and found in the soft, burning depths of his eyes.","author":"Julie Anne Long","tags":["eyes","love","lovers"],"id":5697,"author_id":"Julie+Anne+Long"},{"text":"He leaned in for a sniff. 'Smells like a horse's arse! I've got Ian!' -'No sniffing allowed! We never discussed sniffing! I cry foul!' Ian was outraged. 'I'm not giving you a shilling!' -'Give him a shilling! It's not his fault you smell like a horse's arse!","author":"Julie Anne Long","tags":["humor","humour","insults","name-calling"],"id":15359,"author_id":"Julie+Anne+Long"},{"text":"He was still thoughtful. 'Do you think any of us ever really knows anyone?'  'Philosophy, Lord Dryden? And yet it's daylight and everyone is still sober.","author":"Julie Anne Long","tags":["hilarious","philosophy","something-to-ponder"],"id":128339,"author_id":"Julie+Anne+Long"},{"text":"The question remains... Who takes care of you, Miss Vale?' 'I might ask the same question of you, Lord Dryden.","author":"Julie Anne Long","tags":["romantic"],"id":129992,"author_id":"Julie+Anne+Long"},{"text":"He was close enough now to see that her profile was designed to do dramatic things to hearts: stop them, steal them, break them.","author":"Julie Anne Long","tags":["beautiful","beauty","profile"],"id":175549,"author_id":"Julie+Anne+Long"},{"text":"May I see your dance card?”“Don’t you believe me?” She presented it to him with a flourish.He ran his fingers down the list of names.“Hmm . . . Waterburn? Bastard. D’Andre. Definitely a worthless bastard. Lord Camber, a thoroughgoing bastard. Lord Michaelson? Bastard. Peter Cheswick? Bast—”She snatched it from him, laughing.“I wouldn’t dance a waltz with you, anyway, Lord Dryden.”“No?”“You might accidentally lock eyes with Lisbeth Redmond, stumble, and fling me across the room to avoid crushing my feet.","author":"Julie Anne Long","tags":["dance","flirt","jealous-hero"],"id":181954,"author_id":"Julie+Anne+Long"},{"text":"The one thing she’d been able to count on her entire life was her cleverness. She was so often right. It was humbling and disorienting to realize that she in truth knew nothing at all. One only ever saw a fraction of someone, whatever it was they chose to show you, and extrapolated a whole person from that. And saw them through a prism of one’s own prejudices.","author":"Julie Anne Long","tags":["clever","prejudice"],"id":187867,"author_id":"Julie+Anne+Long"},{"text":"Their faces were inches apart now, and he traced her lips with one finger, lightly, lightly, then placed his lips there as if he’d drawn them into being.","author":"Julie Anne Long","tags":["kiss","lips","love"],"id":207106,"author_id":"Julie+Anne+Long"},{"text":"It isn't a weakness to accept kindness. It isn't a weakness to allow yourself to be cared for.","author":"Julie Anne Long","tags":["care","kindness","weakness"],"id":245857,"author_id":"Julie+Anne+Long"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":28,"pages":3,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}