Quotes from Deanna Raybourn

We topped a rise just then, and the moor stretched out ahead of us, silvery-white and rustling, like a wide ghostly sea. In the distance lay Grimsgrave Hall, black and hulking as a ship adrift on moonlit waves.

We are mere humans, Veronica. We are destined to prefer beauty to ugliness." His

It was the viscount, with impeccable manners and deplorable timing.

I should never want a man to give up anything for me. I should want him to feel in winning me he has won the whole world.

He cupped the back of her head with one large hand and kissed her, slowly, sweetly, as if he were courting her again. When he pulled away, he wasn't surprised to find the tears that had stood unshed in her eyes were gone. He had always said Delilah Drummond was a force of nature. She had swept into his life with all the impact of a hurricane, and he had never entirely recovered from the first time she had looked up into his eyes and given him her slow, inviting smile.

He grinned. "You realise I'm reporting for duty on the second of January?" "Good. Then the last memory you'll have of me is wearing a party frock and knocking back cocktails while I kick old 1914 right in the teeth. Let's send it off in style. (Delilah and Johnny)

Forty years on one of the most elite assassin squads on earth and it finished like this, with a free cruise and a bouncy letter from a girl who signed her letters with hashtags.

Trouble has smelled like a lot of things in my life. A job gone wrong. A one-way street I never should have turned down. A man in faded Levi's with a smile that broke my heart half a dozen times and loved it back together again.

It's morning," he murmured sleepily. "The first morning." He said nothing else, but I understood him. This was the first morning we had awakened in each other's arms, but it was more than that. This was the first morning ever, the beginning of all creation as far as I was concerned. A new life for us had begun, hand in hand, arm in arm, facing down the rest of the world. What adventures would await us!

It was astonishing, I mused, how often people claimed to be honest when they were simply making a virtue of excessive rudeness.

He nodded. "Of course, the male is so dominant and attractive." "That is not the male," I corrected. "The male eclectus is green, the color of his surroundings, meant to blend in and go unnoticed. It is the female which boasts the glorious scarlet plumage. You, my dear general, have made the very common mistake of believing, as so many others do, that the male of the species is the default.

If you are trying to frighten me, I assure you, my imagination is every bit as Gothic as yours. I can well imagine the poisoned tea or the slim dagger in the night and the claims that I succumbed to a fever while everyone rallies around my infant," I said repressively.

No," he said slowly. "I am better than a husband. I am your friend.

Your Aunt Hermia will not thank you for attempting to poach her maid. Do not look to me for protection," he advised. "I have my hands quite full with one March lady. I could not rise to the challenge of taking on another.

I am an adult person who is not answerable to children.

Plans are jokes written by men for God's amusement.

You can, and you will. Women are every bit as capable of killing as men. And you have advantages that men do not. You are all attractive young women, and your appearance means men underestimate you. You will use this to your advantage.

ALIS VOLAT PROPRIIS. "'She flies with her own wings,'" I translated.

Instead we were cooped up like hapless chickens nesting on our disappointed hopes.

Perhaps I have simply decided that if such misadventures are the price I must pay to have you in my life, I am content to pay them.

Sometimes I helps a few of the other girls out," she told him, raising her chin. "Long Bet needed new boots last week, and Mary Jane lacked a few shillings to renting her own room. She's got a snug little place of her own, just around the corner," she added. The dreams in this part of the city were as small and pinched as the faces. Four walls to call one's own. A hot meal, a pair of shoes with sound soles.

Ah, do not mistake solitude for loneliness," he advised. "A man may be lonely in a crowd, or he can be quite content in the society of the natural world.

The afternoon was brilliant, soft spring sunshine gilding the ancient stone to warm honey, and somewhere, tantalising, just out of reach, the scent of jasmine rose above the odours of donkey and charcoal and leather.

Gravity comes for us all in the end.