Savannah

“For a man who claimed not to care much for women, Mr Holmes sure found some strong ones.”
― Laurie R. King, The Murder of Mary Russell

“He said nothing. Very sarcastically.”
― Laurie R. King, The Beekeeper's Apprentice

“I looked sadly at my final note on the page: July. Five whole months. An eternity.

But what did it matter? Holmes and I would go ahead as we were - as we had been before I stood on a London pier and, seeing him resurrected from a fiery death, literally embraced an unexpected future. Patience, Russelll.

And yet, I was afraid. That real life would intervene. That doubts would chew at our feet, causing one or both of us to edge away from the brink. That neither of us had really meant it, and the memory of those dockside sensations would turn to threat. That my gift to him was nothing but selfish impulse of an uncertain young girl.

I felt his gaze on me, and put on a look of good cheer before raising my face. "Of course. July will do nicely-and will give us plenty of time to arrange a distraction to get your cousin and his shot-guns away from the house."

He did not reply. Under his gaze, my smile faltered a bit. "It's fine, Holmes. You have commitments in Europe next month. I have much to do in Oxford. I will be here when you get back."

Abruptly, he jumped to his feet and swept across the room to the door. I watched him thrust his long arms into the sleeves of his overcoat. "Thursday, Russell," he said, clapping his hat onto his head. "Be ready on Thursday."

"For what?" I asked, but he was gone.

For anything, knowing him.”
― Laurie R. King, The Marriage of Mary Russell

“You translate it, please. I have worked hard to forget what Greek I once knew.”
― Laurie R. King, A Letter of Mary