A Grave Robbery (Veronica Speedwell, #9)

by Deanna Raybourn

We were tiny players upon that stage, I realised, called upon to deliver a short line or two before taking our bows and exiting forever. And the distance between one’s entrance and one’s final curtain was a short one indeed in the scope of eternity.

“A man cannot choose to die when he has never yet learnt to live.”