When a Wanderess has been caged, or perched with her wings clipped, She lives like a Stoic, She lives most heroic, smiling with ruby, moistened lips once her cup of Death is welcome sipped.

I did not believe that a Cause which stood for a beautiful ideal, for anarchism, for release and freedom from convention and prejudice, should demand the denial of life and joy. I insisted that our Cause could not expect me to become a nun and that the movement would not be turned into a cloister. If it meant that, I did not want it.

He'd never considered sweet and conservative to be so hot, but damn, Emma wore it well.

It's hard to unlock a door with a condom," Emma shot back.His brilliant smile stole her heart. "Honey, you'd be surprised how many doors those babies have unlocked.

I__ going to kiss you.__nother whimper, but she didn__ jerk from his hold. __ know, and that__ an extremely bad idea.

She reeked of respectability and sophistication, and he went hard on a helpless surge of lust.