Quotes from Deanna Raybourn

tracing the letters of the motto. ALIS VOLAT PROPRIIS. She flies with her own wings.

Second rule of the bush. Never get too close to anything that has offspring. What's the first rule? Food runs. If you don't want to be food, don't run.

Do you know what sort of trouble you are courting?" "Courting?" I gave him a scornful look. "I married it long ago. As our favorite detective, Arcadia Brown, would say to her faithful Garvin, 'Excelsior!

You men have been forcing us to change our names for the last four thousand years. Why don't we switch it up? You lot can take our names for the next few millennia and see how you like it.

I would kiss the ground where your shadow fell just to be near you.

You rise from your bed every day on two strong legs and can think only to complain that someone once spoke harshly to you.

Brisbane put one in mind of wolves and lithe jungle cats, while Edward conjured images of seraphim and slim young saints. It required an entirely different aesthetic altogether to appreciate Brisbane, one that I lacked. Entirely.

Why must you argue before I even have my tea? So many words.

I sat down and put my fingertips to my temples, rubbing hard. "We have one fallen tree, one destroyed Rookery, one delusional butler and no good brandy. Is that what you are telling me?" "And the cook's down with piles and more than half the staff are suffering from catarrh," she added maliciously. I looked to Brisbane, who was smiling broadly. "God bless us, everyone," he said, spreading his arms wide.

It takes courage to live a good life, Harry, but it also takes courage to live like a blackguard. Both require difficult choices. Both require hardship and endurance and patience. There is, in the end, little difference between the good and the bad. Only one of these lives requires you to look over your shoulder all the while and the other one makes it a little easier to sleep at night.

There are not going to be any intimate activities," Stoker said. "We are going there to work, not to participate in an orgy." Tiberius lifted his brows. "My dear boy, if you only 'participate' in an orgy, you are doing it incorrectly. One must join such endeavors with enthusiasm or not at all.

The entire plan was there in shimmering hot pink ink. "It looks like a My Little Pony murder plot," Mary Alice said. "Jesus, is that glitter?" "I like it," Natalie said loyally. "I find it hard to take us seriously as agents of vengeance when our plot looks like a kindergarten craft project.

We looked like a girl gang that would have the Queen as our leader, all low heels and no-nonsense curls.

His lips twisted. 'Met. So tame a word for it. It was not a meeting, Veronica. I was introduced to her and it was like finding a part of myself that had been somehow walking the earth without me. She was my other half when I had not realized I was incomplete.

Julia, we are all children at Christmastime." "You are not," I pointed out. He gave me a shadowy smile. "I think you told me once I was born old.

For where thou art, there is the world itself.

Was Beatrice capable of such machinations? I could not say. Our acquaintance was of a brief duration, but she was American and, in my experience, Americans are capable of anything.

Which is why I stayed long enough to buy every man a pint and winnow out at least a little kernel of wheaty truth from the chaff of gossip.

If there is one thing I have learnt in my years of Good Works, it is that thinking of others can be a blessed respite from thinking of oneself.

I slammed the door in her face and applied my bloody shoe to the lurkers in the bathtub,

I know very little, but I am curious about a good deal.

I rolled my eyes. "You have all the subtlety of a melodrama heroine," I informed him. "And the endurance of a particularly tiny sea slug. Where is your spirit, sir? Where is your grit?" "In my other trousers," he said, his jaws clenched.

Did you know that if you rub a cat's fur the wrong way with a piece of silk, you can make sparks? Little flickers of electricity conjured from your bare fingertips. it is the nearest thing to being a god. That is how I feel when I spar with you.

You have large opinions for so small a person.