Quotes from Rhys Bowen

You are a married couple, I take it?" And she gave us a hard stare, trying to see a wedding ring through my gloves, I suspected. "Of course," Darcy said briskly. "Mr. and Mrs. Chomondley-Fanshaw. That's spelled 'Featherstonehaugh,' by the way.

It still had that wonderful smell that old churches have: part damp, part old hymn books, and the lingering scent of burned-out candles.

Tomorrow I would start sketching, and in September I would be a student at the Slade School of Fine Art in London. I dipped my pen into the ink and wrote, Juliet Browning. Begun May 1928.

He looked up. "Did you just leave them where they were?" Watkins nodded. "I thought we

I'm sorry if I'm a poor specimen of a companion today. It has been a worrying week.

I turned to look at him. It was Darcy.

There was Henry Blakely who fell into the threshing machine that time and that was pretty grizzly.

The manager appeared, looking as grand as royalty in his frock coat and high collar. He wore a really impressive black moustache.

Excellent idea." I smiled at him. "Miss Honeywell should be amenable since I'm rushing to get the place cleared out. I'll ask her." "How long do you think you'll still be here?" Nigel asked. "I hope to be gone by the end of the week." I saw his face fall. "I see. Presumably you need to get back to work.

this sweet and kind woman how it felt to have lost my baby. "Don't look so sad," she said, touching my cheek. "All is well. We are tested and we survive, and life will be good again.

The new century is coming. Young women should have a chance to make something of themselves. Heaven knows that most of the cooks in the great houses around the country are women. It's a natural art for us females.

Most of us survive the hardest things. We are quite resilient.

And your husband? Where is he?" I was tempted to tell him it was none of his business. After all, we'd paid for the tickets, hadn't we? "He's in New York. Waiting for us." "He'd better be," the man said. "If he doesn't come to collect you from Ellis Island, they'll just send you straight home again. They don't want women and children who'll be a burden on the state.

She was essentially living in a fishbowl, and she would have to tread with caution

I put on my bathing suit—a hopelessly girlish and unflattering garment of sagging black wool

Its not exactly the height of fashion, darling. You can get away with it, of course, but if I were to be seen in it at Cowes, bang would go my reputation." I thought privately that her reputation had probably gone bang already.

London, 1940 It won't even seem like Christmas this year." Maggie Harris's voice cracked as she swallowed back the tears. She had resolved to be strong and brave for Jack's sake, but it was hard. "No pudding. No mince pies. And no tree. Nothing.

I tore off the brown paper wrapping from the large parcel and found myself looking at my own face. It was so startling that I almost dropped the picture. It was even more startling when I read the inscription: "Joanna Langley. 1749–1823.

I heard a nearby church clock chiming the hour. Five. Crowds

How can you promise?" Emily found herself near to tears. "You can't stop a storm, and if it's going to . . ." Another huge clap of thunder exploded overhead.

while and my mother took care of me. I remember the German in our house—the one she ran off with. I remember we ate rabbit and chestnuts and anything else she could find for us. She'd go off with her

I was so shocked that I could hardly eat. Here was a woman who had been nothing but friendly to me until now. I had been a model tenant—no noise, no visitors, no late nights, and I helped with the household chores. But in her mind I was now condemned to hell, and therefore she could have no contact with me in case my sin somehow came to roost on her. I was glad this wasn't my idea of God or religion!

Higher and higher we climbed, crawling at a snail's pace until we came to the little settlement called Truckee, looking like something from a Christmas card scene.

him. They'd talk of him as a hero when in reality he was a bloody fool, a sitting duck. This was a bombing mission that should never have been flown.