Quotes About Elizabeth

At Abernathy's arched eyebrow, he felt the need to reassure. Sebastien did, after all, find him quite attractive. In both guises.

Lucifer was laughing, defending himself delightedly from the slender light wrapped figure who pressed him only tentatively.

A timely rescue, gentlemen. Now find me a pair of trousers, and we'll see if we can manage a timelier one.

Well, Sebastien thought, they might all be furious with him, but at least his court was convivial.

Oh, that was fang indeed, and the flicker of a long forked tongue in silent laughter.

She wondered when she had moved from mere conspiracy to treason.

My name is Zanya Farweather, and I'm a representative of the Autonomous Collective Republic of Freeports." "You're a pirate." "If you're a fascist, sure.

Will pitched his voice low, a servant's deference, and hoped Salisbury's expansive mode continued, although he dreaded to learn the source of it.

Elizabeth had been eternal. Elizabeth was England. Elizabeth was deathly tired.

Call it the universe of the Prometheans' goal-if they wish to shape the stories, I wish not to be shaped by them.

I'faith, Kit, is there any man in Elizabeth's court you haven't let bugger you?" "There's a few I've buggered instead." Kit waited for the chuckle. Will did not fail him.

Sneaky manipulative bundle of code.

I had a moment's respect for this wily silce of code.

Hast made the acquaintance of thy friend Edward the Second's ghost yet, pussycat? They tell me he still screams.

The shadow towered, from the snake to a shape with tufted ears laid flat, a lynx.

His voice, softly cultured as ever, showed little of the emotional strain until he dropped his hands to his side and swore.

I found myself looking at her profile: straight, proud nose and an arch expression. Her lips curved.

She shook out her skirts in the hall, and retrieved her silver-tipped ebony wand.

Lucifer caught him by the wrist, pulled him close, cradled him in the warm snowfall of wings.

He's not Richard Feynman-just an artificial persona, a program meant to mimic the original.

He did not mock her service, even by implication, even when he did not condone the means by which she served.

It's about your sister, Chief Engineer." "Of course it is," Caitlin said, rubbing her eyes until she felt the muscles stretch. "Which one, I'm terrified to ask?

Earth rained on the bushed-copper coffin like the heating of my heart in my ears.

Mr Darcy is my severest critic.