Quotes from Rhys Bowen

He tried to get up and move, but a searing pain from his leg shot through him. The last thing he heard before he blacked out was the song of a bird, greeting the dawn.

Or I suppose she might have seen his killer. She might be the one witness. I never thought of that.

She was doing what the English did. When anything embarrassing or emotional threatened to come up, one discussed the weather. Always a safe topic.

Darcy laughed.

medal. A religious medal to some kind of saint.

So none of the young men we encountered during our season gave you hot pants for them? Belinda! Your language. I've been mingling with Americans. Such fun. So Naughty.

War's a bugger, isn't it?" he said. "All the mates I started out with are gone. And now most of the boys I flew with." He said it in the most matter-of-fact way, as if it were something quite expected.

My father is the son of a vicar and rose to become a judge. My mother is solidly middle class. Her father was a bank manager. But she has grand ideas. She was set on my marrying a title.

A peacock was calling from the copse nearby—that unearthly shriek that sounds like a soprano being killed with a saw.

Fig: "How dare you, Georgiana. You have betrayed our trust. We graciously offer the use of our house and you turn it into a den of - den of - what's it a den of , Binky?" Binky: "Lions?

Oh, come on, Joanna. It's the nineteen seventies. Women have abortions all the time. It's no big thing anymore." "It is for the baby," I said. "And it would be for me. My father would never

room. The other cooks broke into chuckles. "Blasted cheek," Mr Angelo

She led us along the veranda while the dogs still swarmed around us and opened a door at the end onto a large and pleasant room.

And this was someone who only yesterday had proposed marriage to me. Like everything else at the moment, it didn't add up.

he had a mop of white hair above a round, red face with brows that stuck out like spiky prawns and white stubble around his chin. Josie put him at sixty or more. But his eyes were remarkably bright, and when he chuckled, his whole face came to life, as if he were appreciating a good joke. She made an instant assessment that the children would be fine here. She wouldn't mind it herself. There

thanks of my own. She drew me into a drawing room overlooking the park, elegantly furnished with brocade chairs and sofas. A huge bowl of out-of-season fruit was on a side table, along with the sort of floral tributes that seemed to accompany Miss Sheehan wherever she went.

I am Victoria Georgiana Charlotte Eugenie, daughter of the Duke of Glen Garry and Rannoch—known to my friends as Georgie. My grandmother was the least attractive of Queen Victoria's daughters, who consequently never managed to snare a Romanov or a Kaiser, for which I am truly grateful and I expect she was too.

what I did, I didn't want

It's not fair. But then nothing has been fair for a long time, has it? All those chaps I flew with who went down in flames. All those poor sods sitting at dinner in their houses who were blasted to pieces by doodlebugs. And the poor, damned wretches in the concentration camps. None of them deserved to die.

My father in turn had done his duty and married the daughter of a frightfully correct English earl. She gave birth to my brother, looked around at her utterly bleak Highland surroundings, and promptly died.

And there in front of me was the chubby form of Gussie Gormsley, son of a newspaper magnet.

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.

Like a fox being chased by the hounds, she needed a bolthole in which to lick her wounds.

When he learned that he'd lost what remained of his fortune, he went up onto the moors and shot himself with his grouse gun, although how he managed to do it has always been the object of speculation, my father never having been a particularly good shot.