Quotes from Loretta Chase

HOrrible. The most horrible sound on earth. The sound of death and torture and the agonies of a burning hell," Lisle said. "Damn them. It's bagpipes.

He knew there were no forevers and there was always a way out, yet he lost his way, lost his balance.

Women do not lie, my lord Dain," came a faintly accented voice from the door. "It merely seems so because they exist in another reality.

She swallowed it. So bitter. "Vile," she said. "Vile." "I know, but it helps. Trust me. I know." "Trust you," she said. "Hah." "Clearly you are not dying." "No. Devil won't take me." The low chuckle again. "Then we're all safe.

He was a man. Men always had lewd thoughts. It was perfectly natural and normal

She'd read in novels of people who couldn't speak because their hearts were too full and she'd always thought, Not my black heart. But now she couldn't speak, because it was too much, whatever it was.

Oh, it's ridiculous. I ought to laugh. But I can't. You won't believe it." "Of course we will," Sophye said. "He offered you a carte blanche," Leonie said. "No, he asked me to marry him." There was a short stunned silence. Then, "I reckon he's in a marrying mood," Sophy said.

Don't you remember telling me that you're the brain and I'm the brawn? Naturally I expect you to do all the talking. And naturally I shall knockheads and toss people out of windows as required. Or did I misunderstand? Did you want me to think, too?

She's never met an adjective or adverb she didn't like.

That man," she said in low but still audible tones, "is an idiot ." "Yes, madam, but he's all we've got." "I may be stupid," Rupert said, "but I'm irresistibly attractive." "Good grief, conceited too," she muttered. "And being a great, dumb ox," he went on, "I'm wonderfully easy to manage." She paused and turned to Beechey. "Are you sure there's no one else?

By gad, is that you, Ainswood? I haven't seen you in a dog's age. How's the gout? Still troubling you?

You did… that… on purpose," she said, fighting for breath. "Assuredly. You could not think I kissed you by accident.

Men are the inferior sex. Adam was made first, and the first effort is always the simpler and cruder one, non? With the second, one refines.

Men don't know what they want. Women must show them.

Life had a way of wrecking her careful plans, again and again. Roulette was more predictable than life. Small wonder she was so lucky at it. Life was not a wheel going round and round. It never, ever returned to the same place. It didn't stick to simple red and black and a certain array of numbers. It laughed at logic. Beneath its pretty overdress of man-imposed order, life was anarchy.

No its you," she said. How far away her voice sounded, as though it had traveled to London already, ahead of her. "Your ducal self assurance. Everything will give way to you. Even Satan's own storm." "You are definitely improving," he said. "Full mocking sentences.

Hell, what was one more scandal?

The witless destroy what they don't understand.

A man ought to look up to a woman, literally or figuratively, because that is the proper mode of worship, and worship is the very least he can do.

I don't want a husband." "Jessica, no woman does who can regard men objectively. And you have always been magnificently objective.

Get off," she said. "Get off now." Before its too late, and I decide to celebrate a narrow escape from death in the traditional manner of our species.

Then he recalled whose daughter she was, and wondered why he wondered. Then he recalled who it was who had a child. A child, Noirot had a child!

It was unsettling. For a moment he believed she could see straight through his brain. Not that there was much to see. Still, he doubted she'd feel more amiably toward him if, for instance, she could discern how vast an amount of mental space his fantasies of seduction occupied, compared to the cramped corner devoted to the problem of murdered guides and corrupt police.

I love you madly," she said. "I shall make you happy if I have to kill somebody to do it. But that ought not to be necessary.