Celina Grace > Quotes

“For three weeks it had rained every day. For those past three weeks, daybreak was a gloomy affair. The skies gradually moved from a thick blanket of dingy white clouds to the deepest shade of grey, peaking here and there in ominous black thunderheads”
― Celina Grace, Echo

“pointed,”
― Celina Grace, Chimera

“There was a knock on the door and Matt’s voice outside.”
― Celina Grace, Hushabye

“and laid there, staring at nothing, looking into the night.”
― Celina Grace, Murder at Merisham Lodge

“shotgun. She looked at the back of the two men’s heads,”
― Celina Grace, Imago

“semaphoring a ‘hello’ to someone with his eyebrows. “Let’s”
― Celina Grace, Creed

“meeting you?” she asked Theo as his briefing came to a close, feeling a not altogether unpleasant feeling of tension in the pit of her stomach. She noted”
― Celina Grace, Siren

“Here, every eye was riveted on Anderton. Each officer sat alertly, even if leaning against their desks or straddling an office chair. He has charisma, she thought.”
― Celina Grace, Hushabye

“His dad’s very old school. He’s proud of Nick, of course he is, but they ain’t got much in common anymore. Makes them both feel a bit lonely, I think, when they’re together.”
― Celina Grace, Hushabye

“cleaned my teeth”
― Celina Grace, The Hidden House Murders

“It was nine thirty at night by the time Kate unlocked her front door. She kicked off her shoes and considered collapsing face down in the hallway before deciding to at least make it to the sofa.”
― Celina Grace, Hushabye

“and”
― Celina Grace, Chimera

“he would have had to come and see me while I was making fish stew. The kitchen and everything in it, including me, stank of fish.”
― Celina Grace, The Hidden House Murders

“Was there a factory somewhere in England turning out these old, fat, moustached aristocrats?”
― Celina Grace, Death at the Theatre : A Miss Hart and Miss Hunter Golden Age mystery

“snuggled”
― Celina Grace, Hushabye

“Many thanks to all the following splendid souls:”
― Celina Grace, Hushabye

“building tension. At times like this, she sometimes thought she should take up amateur dramatics as a hobby. “Audits.” Gayle looked blank. “Sorry?” “Audits,” Kate repeated once more. “I presume you’re familiar with the term.” Gayle sounded flustered. “Yes – yes, of course, but I don’t see— ” “Well, it’s like this,” said Kate. “Obviously, as a registered charity, I assume Sanctuary would have been audited at some point?”
― Celina Grace, Sanctuary

“young men in the house may have meant extra work but if they were decorative, then at least you got something out of having to run around after them.”
― Celina Grace, The Hidden House Murders: A cozy Golden Age historical mystery

“Dita’s death?” “Well, no”
― Celina Grace, Hushabye

“and really, how sophisticated would I actually look if I stood there, turning green and spluttering half to death?”
― Celina Grace, Death at the Theatre : A Miss Hart and Miss Hunter Golden Age mystery

“all these supposedly high-born, well-bred people brawling like dock-workers.”
― Celina Grace, Murder at Merisham Lodge

“Merely a storm in a tea-cup.”
― Celina Grace, Hushabye

“they were both experiencing the euphoria I’d seen before in actors who’d just come off the stage. A sort of mixture of relief, giddiness, and perhaps a tinge of melancholy that it was all over.”
― Celina Grace, Death at the Theatre : A Miss Hart and Miss Hunter Golden Age mystery

“hesitantly by the doors and came over to them, a welcoming smile on her face. “Hello there, I’m Janet.”
― Celina Grace, Siren

“unpleasant feeling of tension in the pit of her stomach. She noted the address details that Theo gave her and mentally raised her eyebrows. The Old Town was”
― Celina Grace, Siren

“that Raymond’s about as much help as a wet weekend.” “He’s a man.”
― Celina Grace, The Hidden House Murders

“Kate parked the car in her usual spot, four doors down from her mother’s house. She sat for a moment, ostensibly checking her handbag for various items but actually steadying herself with some deep breaths. Being here brought back so many memories.”
― Celina Grace, Hushabye

“precision of a photograph, but the image was delineated in paint.  She looked at her little brother with a mixture of affection and exasperation. She appreciated the gesture, and God, Jay had real talent, but what on Earth made him think she’d want a picture”
― Celina Grace, Requiem

“dark”
― Celina Grace, Requiem

“He was near enough for me to smell his cologne. I felt my face heat up again. Unfortunately, he was probably near enough to smell the eau de haddock on me.”
― Celina Grace, The Hidden House Murders