Mary Lancaster > Quotes

“As she turned to the sofa, Bernard hissed in her ear. “You told him about Jack?”

“He saw Jack. He isn's stupid.”

“Thank you,” Wickenden murmured in tones of amusement. “Or deaf.”
― Mary Lancaster, The Wicked Baron

“Are you trying to save my soul, Master Curate?”

“Actually, I'm trying to dance with you, but if your soul is in need, I am at your disposal.”
― Mary Lancaster, The Wicked Lady

“How romantic”, breathed the unknown girl. “Which one do you favor?”

“Neither,” Gillie said savagely. “Take your pick.”

“Well, the darker one did rescue me from Mr. Tamms. I think he must be very heroic.”

Gillie's breath caught. “Well, you can't have him.”
― Mary Lancaster, The Wicked Baron

“Not a very fair shot,” Wickenden pointed out. “Did you think to save yourself the trouble of tomorrow's duel?”

“He thought you were a highwayman,” Gillie said hastily.

Wickenden blinked. “How many highwaymen want to marry you?”
― Mary Lancaster, The Wicked Baron

“My dear Solomon, even you know respectability is all about appearance, not fact.”
― Mary Lancaster, Evidence of Evil

“She swears like a trooper and slaps anyone who gets in her way. I taught her everything I know.”
― Mary Lancaster, Evidence of Evil

“around”
― Mary Lancaster, Letters to a Lover

“personification of aristocratic propriety, in his immaculate black coat and black cravat.”
― Mary Lancaster, Captured

“Elizabeth threw open the door of a bright, spacious apartment containing a large four-poster bed with brocade curtains that matched the coverings on the chair and sofa before the hearth. The fire burning in the grate added cheerful warmth to an already pretty and gracious room. Like the house, the furniture was of various ages and did not match, but somehow this all added to its charm. A vase of late roses stood on the table before the window. “This is lovely,” Constance said warmly.”
― Mary Lancaster, Evidence of Evil

“Where are you going?” Miss Muir asked, bewildered.

“To bring her home,” Wickenden said savagely. “And to cut out Grantham's heart.”
― Mary Lancaster, The Wicked Baron

“He drew in a breath. “I believe I am…bored.” She blinked. “Bored?” “It is a sort of sickness of the spirit.”
― Mary Lancaster, Evidence of Evil