Angie

“Everyone knows the Devil takes care of his own.”
― Deanna Raybourn, The Dark Enquiry

“Be calm," she said soothingly, and I realized she was not talking to the bird.
"How am I supposed to be calm? I worry," I retorted.
She gave a snort. "Then you are more stupid than I supposed. Worry, what is that? A pointless thing is Mr. Worry-an intruder. He steals into your house and creeps into your bed and what do you do child? Do you push him away and tell him to be gone and bolt the door fast against him? No, you move over and let him have the good pillow and the best quilt to warm himself." She flapped a hand in disgust. "Worry never did a man a bit of good. All he does is robs one's peace and make lines on the face.”
― Deanna Raybourn, The Dark Enquiry

“I reached up to press a kiss to his cheek. "Do not be too angry with Father. He did not mean it not really."

"Angry? I feel rather sorry for him. We are kindred spirits," he observed with a wry twist of his mouth.

"How so?"

"We both suffer because you will not understand how utterly essential you are to our happiness.”
― Deanna Raybourn, The Dark Enquiry

“I am sorry " I murmured.

"I know. I ought not to have threatened to beat you " he returned. He pressed a kiss to my hair.

"I just cannot bear to be kept out of your life " I said into the dark.

He gave a sigh. "Julia you daft woman. When you will you understand You are my life.”
― Deanna Raybourn, The Dark Enquiry