Quotes from Deanna Raybourn

Believe me when I tell you, a royal would never soil their hands when there are minions who will gladly do the deed for them. They don't handle money, they don't knock on doors—for the love of Christ, Veronica, they scarcely even wipe their own—

Every person who identifies female and has rage. I feel you, sister. This one's for you.

I meant it then and I mean it now and I shall mean it with every breath until my last. I love you.

roses. Do not tell me you couldn't travel with as little. I have faith that men can be as reasonable and logical as women if they but try.

He slid his arms around her. "Is that how you fixed us together? Magic potions in my evening whisky?" She put her hands into his hair, twisting her fingers and tugging ever so slightly. "I didn't have to fix us. We came that way." (Johnny and Delilah)

As I said, child, I have always liked the notion of granting wishes. Now, off to the ball with you, Cinderella. I have ordered the town carriage for your use tonight, but I am afraid we haven't any mice for footmen. You will simply have to make do with the ordinary kind.

I may do things in my own fashion, Sir Hugo, but our aims are not incompatible

He had carried the weight of self-loathing for a lifetime, and sometimes it was far harder to put a heavy burden down than it was to continue to plod on, mile after mile, one's back bowed against the weight of it.

had long thought we would be a far more respectable family if our motto had been "I sit quietly in the corner and mind my own business.

There are few greater pleasures in life than a devoted butler.

You little devil!" he said, his tone admiring. "You think to use your fiendish wiles upon me with no care for what might become of my position at Scotland Yard. You are an absolute monster," he told me, but he was smiling as he said it.

I mean to marry him. But not because I want him to give me a life. I want to marry him to share the life I already have. The difference, I think you will find, is a significant one.

You must not go into the forest at night," the innkeeper warned, his voice trembling with fear. "Something dangerous walks there in the darkness.

Either Billie's had a procedure or that swimsuit is doing god's work. They're jacked up to her collarbones just like when she was eighteen.

Stoker gave him a thin, feral smile, baring his teeth. "You always were a slippery bastard," he said in a low tone. "But even you cannot talk your way around the fact that we found your name in Ramsforth's ledger.

Veronica, I have extensive medical training as well as significant experience in debauchery. I know perfectly well that anyone who has imbibed not only a full opium pipe but a syringe of cocaine is going to feel like seven hells. Now, drink up.

Miss Speedwell, I am delighted to find my assessment of your liberal thinking is accurate. To meet a lady of such broad-mindedness is rare indeed. Stoker, if you don't marry Miss Speedwell, I might.

You are far too old for fairy tales, Miss Speedwell. Surely you know the life of royalty is not at all as we believe it to be. It is a prison—a gilded one—but a prison nonetheless.

poor old Dom Pérignon. Do you know what he said the first time he tasted the stuff?" "'I am drinking the stars!

It is the best of a bad lot," he admitted. "Would you prefer 'Sodomites'?" "Hardly. That smacks of Evangelicalism, and you know my feelings on forcible religion," I reminded him.

They say Louise has ordered the windows of the palace bricked up to stop Lorne escaping into Kensington Gardens to tryst with soldiers. Whether it is true or not, I can tell you that Louise has been unhappy. And an unhappy wife is a dangerous creature.

How dreadful to have millions of strangers know the intimate details of one's life, to pick over them like so many discarded bones from a banquet table, looking for the choicest bits of meat.

The very fact that she had been in the grotto and viewed the collection would have catastrophic repercussions for herself and the throne. Married women did not conduct themselves in such a fashion, and married princesses with Puritanical mothers were held to a higher standard still.

He would rather dance at the end of a hangman's noose than betray you? That speaks to a connection more intimate than mere friendship,