Quotes from Rhys Bowen

It had been unusually hot all summer. Ben Cresswell could feel the sun scorching his thighs through his cricket whites as he sat on the clubhouse veranda, waiting for his turn at bat. Colonel Huntley sat beside him, mopping his red and sweaty face. He was wearing pads because he was next up at bat. He wasn't as good a batsman as Ben, but he was team captain, and in village cricket, seniority often took precedence over ability. Only

She still called it dinner, although the vicar had tried to educate her for years that the working classes had their dinner at midday, but the upper classes had luncheon.

Wow, holy cow, hubba hubba, gee whiz. That was some guy. Don't tell me he's your main squeeze!" "My what?" "Your honey. Your sugar. Isn't that right word?" "In England we're a little less colorful with our language. "So you say it?" "Boyfriend? Escort?" "And is he?" "Obviously not anymore," I said with a sigh.

September 1939 From: His Majesty's Government To: Civilian Population of Great Britain For the duration of the war, the following Seven Rules are to be observed at all times. Do not waste food. Do not talk to strangers. Keep all information to yourself. Always listen to government instructions and carry them out. Report anything suspicious to the police. Do not spread rumours. Lock away anything that might help the enemy if we are invaded.

survived." Her grandmother gave a sad little smile. "Most of us survive the hardest things. We are quite resilient.

If you're worried about your very life, the last thing you want is small talk.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph," I muttered, giving those men a haughty stare.

It's not her fault she can't cook." "You are too nice natured, darling. You won't get anywhere in this world being kind and generous. You must turn into a lioness like me and gobble up people who disagree with you." "I'm not very good at gobbling," I said. "And I want to like people, and be liked by them." She sighed. "The sooner you get married and have babies to adore the better.

It's hard to imagine there is a God at the moment, isn't it?" he said. "If I was watching this from up in heaven, I'd want to step in and put a stop to it.

We just have to make the best of things and be happy with what we've got.

My teachers at school said I had a good brain and wanted me to go to university, but my mother thought it was a silly idea. She said too much education was not good for women. They needed to know how to run a home and a family, and being educated only made them discontent. I'm afraid she's hopelessly old-fashioned in her ideas.

Necessities for all manner of healing in the herb garden: Hyssop, Wormwood, Rue, Coriander, Pasqueflower, Rosemary, St John's Wort, Costmary, Lady's Mantle, Lady's Bedstraw, Angelica, Heartsease, Lily of the Valley, Marigold, Milk Thistle, Thyme, Sweet Woodruff. To these I plan to add, as time permits: Wood Betony, Comfrey, Coltsfoot, Cowslip, Hawthorn, Lavender, Lemon Balm, Meadowsweet, Sage, Valerian, Yarrow and Winter Savory.

On this occasion it was a tea party. Cook had been baking all morning: scones and sponge cakes and shortbreads so that the kitchen was full of wonderful aromas. And all afternoon she had been making little tea sandwiches—cucumber, egg and cress, smoked salmon.

To realise that one has nobody in the world—that is a sobering thought.

Pamela looked at his retreating back with admiration. He represented the backbone of Britain at this moment. A skinny, awkward bookworm, yet determined to keep going for as long as it took to defeat Hitler.

Not to marry?" "Someday maybe." I blushed when I said this, glad it was dark. "But not until I know who I am and what I want.

Just because everyone's doing it doesn't make it right. Wrong's wrong, even in a ruddy war.

You cannot live someone else's life. Your life is what you make of it. You have to decide what you want.

I really should be getting home. The family will be waiting to see me," Pamela said.

the guests began to arrive: Colonel and Mrs. Huntley bringing Miss Hamilton from the village. Sir William and Lady Prescott. The Musgroves. Colonel Pritchard from the West Kents.

I can come up to town, Belinda. It's not as if I'm going to darkest Africa.

Golly," Phoebe said again. "Do you think that will happen this time? Do you think by the end of this war there will be no men left for me to marry?

I laughed. "I must have the only servant who never attempts to put on any airs and graces for me." "But then she's a hopeless case, we all admit that,

Actually, no, I couldn't wait.