Bookshire Cat

“Guy stared at the words. “Broken leg,” he repeated. His voice sounded odd.
“I fear so, sir,” the servant said. “Sir Philip and Mr. Raven found Miss Frisby in a field, I understand.”
“But—is she all right?”
“No, sir. Her leg is broken.”
― K.J. Charles, Band Sinister

“If you’re going to be insolent, at least pour me coffee.” “It’s brewing. Like trouble.”
― K.J. Charles, The Magpie Lord

“Country folk fuck,” Corvin said. “Well, they must; it’s not as if other entertainments present themselves. Plant things, dig things, knit things, fuck things. Make cheese.”
― K.J. Charles, Band Sinister

“Right. Put Some coffee on while I think about this. I'm in dire need"
Merrick gave him a look. "You can't work the stove, can you?"
"I'm the eighth Earl Crane and the twelfth Viscount Fortunegate. I don't have to work the stove."
"Two extra names and you can't lift your arms any more. Bloody lucky they didn't make you a duke too or you'd forget how to brush your own teeth.”
― K.J. Charles, Flight of Magpies