Jennifer Roberson’s Top 10 Popular and Famous Quotes

Ten of My Favourite Jennifer Roberson Quotes 

Love reading? Then it’s likely you will love a good quote from your favourite author. This article covers Jennifer Roberson’s Top 10 Popular and Famous Quotes that we at Australia Unwrapped have collected from some of his greatest works. Jennifer Roberson quotes to remember and here you will find 10 of the best. A memorable quote can stay with you and can be used along your journey. Choosing Jennifer Roberson’s top 10 quotes is not easy, but here they are:

Popular Quotes

“Pain, Rhuan decided, did not simply hurt. Pain also exhausted a person, sapped his soul, thinned his spirit. Worse, pain was tedious.”
― Jennifer Roberson, Deepwood

 “Saying nothing, she went to the bed he had devised and lay down upon it stiffly, settling a hip carefully as she turned onto her side. Leaves compressed. Twigs crackled. She lay very still, eyes squinched closed, jaws clenched, trying to breathe normally and hoping shadow shielded her face. Silence. “Well?” he asked at last. “It would be better with a cloak thrown over it, but we have none. I left it with the horse.” She smelled dampness, sap, and earth. She would not tell him the truth: even a cloak over the bedding would offer her little comfort.
“It will do,” she said quietly, tucking a leaf down from her mouth.

He nodded. “Get up.”

“But I only just—”

“Please.” She got up, as requested, picking leaves and twigs from her hair and kirtle.

Mutely she watched as he lay down in her place, testing the bed. He was silent. Then, with infinite irony, “You are polite.”
― Jennifer Roberson, Lady of the Forest

“He was weary. Used up. He had been weary for months, for more than a year. In that weariness, in the exhaustion of his spirit, lay the seed of what he was; of what he had become. Of what they had made him, Saladin’s men, and all the others as well. Even his own kind. She had cried out for him to beware, when his horse had been hurt, and fallen. And again when he’d stabbed into the boar’s throat. He recalled it clearly: “Be careful!” she had cried. “Oh my lord, take care!” But nothing else, past that. Because with the cries of his horse in his head, and the stench of blood in his nostrils, what he killed was no longer a boar. What he was, was no longer a man, but a body, mind, and spirit remade on the anvil of war, remixed in the terrible crucible of a holy insanity.”
― Jennifer Roberson, Lady of the Forest

 “Now she knew, and spoke it, answering him in kind with cool self-possession, fully cognizant of what the admission could mean. “The fleshly sword, yes. But he also taught me what you cannot: what it is to love a man.” Dull color stained his face. Her thrust had gone home cleanly, and more deeply than she had hoped.

Her matter-of-fact confirmation of his crude insinuation turned the blade back on him. His eyes glittered in flame. “Do you know what I see?”

She knew very well what he saw. She named it before he could. “Robin Hood’s whore,” she answered. “And grateful for the honor.”
― Jennifer Roberson, Lady of the Forest

 “Her face flamed and her breasts prickled. She did not think again of the sheriff or of his unmarried daughter. She thought instead of herself, and of the man who led her so unerringly through the hall to an adjoining antechamber. They passed even the minstrel, watching over his lute. Blue eyes were brightly knowing; his smile was meant for her. Inside the chamber Locksley boomed shut the door behind her. Marian looked past him, noting chairs, candle racks, tapestried walls. At least, she thought wryly, it does not have a bed. That much he will spare me.”
― Jennifer Roberson, Lady of the Forest

 “It’s difficult admitting you’re wrong. Even more difficult admitting it when you have scoffed and otherwise ridiculed the truth with blind, unremitting determination, so blithely confident in your own infallibility. But then one day — or one night — the truth is put into your hands, and you realize those stories and songs and legends told by Northern strangers are truths after all, and that no one has lied to you.”
― Jennifer Roberson, Sword-Singer

“In that instant Marian was swept up by the need to touch him, to reach out and press flesh to flesh, finger to finger; to close her hand on his arm so she could feel the warmth and vigor beneath the tunic sleeve. She wanted to know without question he was living, breathing, and hers.”
― Jennifer Roberson, Lady of the Forest

 “Del’s mouth twisted. “You want three women. Why am I not surprised?” I grinned. “You don’t understand men, bascha.” “No,” she agreed dryly. “I have met few examples worth the trouble of learning.”
― Jennifer Roberson, Sword-Singer

“Locksley? It was. The fall of pale hair, the set of wide shoulders, the posture of his body. Unmistakable. She knew him instantly. And knew, without knowing why, that she would always know him.”
― Jennifer Roberson, Lady of the Forest

“And we are made different. On the instant. What we know, what we were, is banished by that instant, razed like a castle under siege, and nothing is recognizable is left. The world is unmade.”
― Jennifer Roberson, Lady Of Sherwood

10 Famous Quotes by Author Jennifer Roberson

10 quotes by Jennifer Roberson there you go! It’s never an easy task picking the best quotations from great writers, so please if you disagree or have more to add, please comment and share your opinions. My 10 greatest Jennifer Roberson quotes will likely be different from yours; however, that’s the best thing about them, each quote can mean something different to each person. So don’t wait, comment and shares your best Jennifer Roberson Quote. 

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“His tone was odd, a mixture of restraint and subtle conviction. He did not make light of the question, nor did he attempt to couch his words in chivalrous courtesy. “He wants you, Marian.”

She sighed. “So he says, when it is the lands he wants—”

“No.” He cut her off. “DeLacey wants you.”

She grimaced. “Because of what I have—”

“Because of what you are.” She scowled at him.

“What am I, then? Sir Hugh FitzWalter’s daughter, ward to King Richard—”

“Marian.” His face was stripped free of the mask. What she saw now was blazing, naked emotion.

“What you are is a woman he wants very badly in bed. And I think he would do anything to make sure he gets you there.” Her shocked denial was instantaneous. “Oh no—”

“Oh yes.” She stared at him, undone by his conviction. This was nothing she had anticipated, this brutal, male truth. “I—don’t understand …” And she didn’t, not really, not fully. She was only beginning to, and it frightened her very badly.

His smile was wintry. “I am not the one to explain in elaborate detail why a man, any man, might feel as deLacey does.”

Why not?”

Robin sighed. “Helen of Troy.”

It baffled her utterly. “What?”

“Helen of Troy. Have you no knowledge of the classics?”

“Of course I do; I was told all the stories. Helen was married to Menelaus of Sparta, until Paris of Troy cast his eyes upon her and fell in love with her at once. He stole her and took her to Troy. Agamemnon and Menelaus followed to get her back, and Troy was destroyed.”

Robin nodded. “For the love of a beautiful woman.”

“Yes, but—” She stopped. “Oh no–”


“But—I’m not—”

“Ask any man,” he said.”

― Jennifer Roberson, Lady of the Forest

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