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352 pages, ebook
First published September 20, 2016
"Oliver hadn’t been prepared for this aspect of his injury–always having to talk about it, always having to act faintly apologetic when other people’s proposed cures failed to work."
“No,” Jack said after a moment. “That is not how it works. With all due respect,” he remarked, managing to convey no respect whatsoever, “you wouldn’t know whether or not he was decent. You couldn’t, in fact. You play cards with him, maybe drink or make idle conversation. He has no power over you to be anything other than decent. It’s his wife and servants who know the truth. You would likely have thought your brother-in-law a decent fellow had you met him at your club.”
Jack had relied utterly on {Oliver} for all things related to navigation—the geography of the north of England was nothing more than an ominous question mark to Jack. This morning, as plain as day, he had seen mountains to the west, mountains that he was certain had no business being in England at all, and yet there they were, which only went to show how completely unreliable everything became the farther one got from London.
–and–
When Oliver gently bit Jack’s earlobe, all those worries scattered like spiders, retreating to the dark and safe corners of Jack’s mind.
–and–
{Jack} said “breeding” like someone would say “syphilis” or “bedbugs.”
Honor was a luxury item, like hair pomade and snuff. Its only purpose was to show the world that you could afford to be impractical, that you had enough money to behave in a way that was compatible with some ludicrous code instead of acting out of self-preservation like the rest of humanity.
“No,” Jack said after a moment. “That is not how it works. With all due respect,” he remarked, managing to convey no respect whatsoever, “you wouldn’t know whether or not he was decent. You couldn’t, in fact. You play cards with him, maybe drink or make idle conversation. He has no power over you to be anything other than decent. It’s his wife and servants who know the truth. You would likely have thought your brother-in-law a decent fellow had you met him at your club.”
{Oliver} seemed unperturbed by Jack’s loss of temper. He rubbed has hand along his jaw. “In that case, we could pretend to be cousins by marriage. And then we can both act appalled by the connection.”
Jack laughed, feeling his anger dissipate.”
–and–
“Hear me now, Oliver Rivington. You will not use gestures with me.”
"Really, your heart shouldn't stir when you watch a man eat pork pie"
‘He wanted to know what it was like when relations weren’t hasty and shameful and soon forgotten. He suspected that nothing about Jack Turner was hasty or shameful or soon forgotten.’![]()
Love was something one ought to cling to with both hands.JUST. AWESOME.
For years Jack hadn't needed anybody, hadn't wanted anybody.Oliver was his complete opposite. Not even his time with the army could alter his optimistic and honorable nature. It did, however, leave him with a healthy respect for law and order, which meant Jack and his corrupt/criminal ways constantly grated against his conscience.
"I care for you, you stubborn jackass."And of course, no book gets a 5+ from me without it containing at least a modicum of sarcasm - and in this one, it ran throughout the narrative and left me purring like a contented kitten.
"Sometimes I think fashion magazines are run by revolutionaries. Just to make the aristocracy look stupid."Honestly, The Soldier's Scoundrel had it all. I can't recommend it enough!