Or England, for that matter. To some, he was a quintessential genius whom scholars idolized for having earned seven Oxford degrees by the time he was nineteen. To others, Roderick was nothing more than an overeducated prick. In truth, he simply held no patience for those who weren’t as devoted to...
I dare not fathom. -From the diary of Lady Augustine Jane Ascott “The devil you will!” the earl boomed, his aging face flaring within the shadows of the candlelight in the entrance hall that lead out of the house. “This is madness. Madness!” Adjusting his Turkish robe, he gestured rigidly towar...
His chest tightened. They had hardly spoken more than a few superficial words during travel. With so many people in the carriage, it had been difficult. Knowing she needed to rest after sitting seven full hours between two chatty young women who had talked the entire way, he exited the coach quie...