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384 pages, Paperback
First published January 2, 2008
"Spying is a life of boring, ordinary tasks, performed while death scratches at the window."
"I will like England." She started walking again. "I have been here only four hours, and already I have met three men trying to kill me and one who bought me whelks. For better or worse, this is not a country that ignores me."
"If a secret may be owned, it can change ownership," he said.
"Oh, surely. Secrets are most promiscuous, I have eloped with a few myself, in my time."
"Perhaps, I will try to strangle you once more. Though you have the most beautiful body imaginable. Like a large animal."
Adrian murmured. "What complex and interesting nights you two must have."
"Shut up," Grey said.
"You should have learned to play the piano badly, years ago. I don't know what your mother was thinking.
"I am not musical, me."
"Neither are the young ladies of good family. They worship at the shrine of Euterpe, but hear her not."
"Too much blood on the chessboard of the Game, and we become no better than those military savages who litter the fields of Europe with the bodies of poor young men."



