L.E. Medlock > Quotes

“Don’t worry,” Turner says, her voice taking on the matronly air she reserves for small children and young men. “Stupider men than you have gone through this ritual, and they’ve all succeeded, so you’ve got nothing to worry about.”

“Um, thank you?”
― L.E. Medlock, The Agent's Demon

“I steel myself and look up. And up. The demon is a head taller than me. That realisation sticks in my mind and for a moment I don’t realise what has happened, why shocked whispers are ricocheting off the walls. Then I understand. The demon is male. I haven’t called a Hound at all.”
― L.E. Medlock, The Agent's Demon

“The demon watches me slide the pin back into my hair. “Is that a blade in your hat?” he whispers.

“It’s a pin.” Never underestimate the power of a lady’s toilette, Turner had told me once.”
― L.E. Medlock, The Agent's Demon

“His eyebrows arch in a look born of condescension. The condescension isn’t important. It matters little what he thinks of me, as long as he can do his job. That sharp, lovely face is nothing more than a reminder of what he is: in the devil’s children, beauty is not to be trusted.”
― L.E. Medlock, The Agent's Demon

“These people...” Steel murmurs. “Why are they all here? Don’t they have...?” He makes an oblique gesture, as though the words he wants can’t fit into one sentence.

“They’ve nowhere else to go, Mr. Steel,” I reply. “The Empire takes chunks of the world for itself, promising protection and safe haven in exchange for the scars it leaves behind. When people draw upon that promise, this is what they’re rewarded with.”
― L.E. Medlock, The Agent's Demon