Quotes About Lockwood

Of the first few hauntings I investigated with Lockwood & Co. I intend to say little, in part to protect the identity of the victims, in part because of the gruesome nature of the incidents, but mainly because, in a variety of ingenious ways, we succeeded in messing them all up.

The skull's…spirit? He…he looks different." The youth scowled. "Yeah? You look just the same. I was banking on frostbite taking a few of your fingers, or even your nose. Here's hoping something else has dropped off that I don't know about. If not, I'll be sorely disappointed." Lockwood stared. "Does he always talk like this?" "No. Usually he's worse. See what I have to put up with?

At Lockwood & Co., George was famous for not being able to throw or catch with any accuracy. Back in the kitchen at Portland Row, even the casual passing out of fruit or bags of chips became an exercise fraught with danger.

Our eyes adjusted; we gazed at what was in the room. And then I felt the floor pitch under me, as if we were suddenly at sea. George cleared his throat. I put out my hand to clench his arm. Lockwood stood slightly behind us, waiting. "Your parents?" I was the first to find my voice. "Close," Anthony Lockwood said. "My sister.

Lockwood gave a sudden exclamation; when I looked at him, his eyes were shining. 'On second thoughts, we can scrap my last suggestion,' he said. 'Stuff the mingling. Who wants to do that? Boring. George - this library. Where is it?

What a great article," Lockwood said, for the twentieth time that day. "Couldn't have been better." "They spelled my name wrong," I pointed out. "They didn't mention me at all," George said. "Well, in all the essentials, I mean." Lockwood grinned round at us.

Lucy doesn't like orange juice with floating bits,' George said. 'You remember.' 'Oh, yes. That's right. They get caught between your teeth, don't they?' I was staring at him. My warm feeling had partially retreated. 'I'll take the orange juice. So Holly stayed over last night?' 'Personally I've always thought straining it through your teeth is part of the fun,' Lockwood said. 'You can pretend you're a blue whale.

Can I offer you some tea while you ransack our place?' Lockwood asked politely.

Lucy,' Lockwood said, 'the last time I saw body language like yours was when we were chatting to Martine Grey about her missing husband, and afterwards found him at the bottom of her freezer.

Sorry for what? Your appearance? Your character? Wait, I bet it's your smell. Twenty-four hours of terror, violence, chases, and being for all intents and purposes dead plays havoc with the armpits. Don't let Lockwood step downwind of you tonight, that's all I'm saying.

Lucy,' Lockwood said, 'the last time I saw body language like yours was when we were chatting to Martine Grey about her missing husband, and afterwards found him at the bottom of her freezer.

Despite myself, of course, I also couldn't help being flattered by Lockwood's words of praise.

if you ever did want to come back to Lockwood and Company--I mean as a proper, permanent colleague, not just as a client, associate, or hanger-on, or whatever it is you are right now--we'd at least have the pleasure of each other's company for a bit before my untimely end...

You're a girl," Lockwood called. "Aren't you supposed to be more sensitive?" "To emotions, yes. To nuances of human behavior. Not necessarily to secret passages in a wall." "Oh, it's much the same thing. Besides, flailing about with rapiers is basically all George and I are good at.

Talented fellow, that," Kipps remarked. "Bet you wish you had him." Lockwood shook his head. "No, I'd always be tripping over him, or losing him down the back of the sofa.

Windsor Horne Lockwood III, president of the prestigious investment firm of Lock-Horne Securities in midtown Manhattan.

The ultimate fact of the universe is love; and its sway is all-comprehensive, and absolutely certain of final victory.