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“You will not be alone either, Philippe de Clermont,” I whispered fiercely. “I’ll find a way to be with you in the darkness, I promise. And when you think the whole world has abandoned you, I’ll be there, holding your hand.” “How could it be otherwise,” Philippe said gently, “when you are in my heart?”
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“I trust my wife’s judgment,” Matthew said firmly. “That’s what Philippe says about Granny,” Gallowglass muttered under his breath. “Just before all hell breaks loose.”
“We women own nothing absolutely, save what lies between our ears. Our virtue belongs first to our father and then to our husband. We dedicate our duty to our family. As soon as we share our thoughts with another, put pen to paper or thread a needle, all that we do and make belongs to someone else. So long as she has words and ideas, Annie will always possess something that is hers alone.”
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Witches see the truth plainly—even if their husbands are full of nonsense.”
“How long is a vampire minute, then?” I asked, snuggling under his chin. “It’s hard to say,” Matthew murmured. “Some length of time between an ordinary minute and forever.”
We were going to make love fully clothed. How deliciously Elizabethan.
“You wouldn’t recognize danger if it came to you with an engraved invitation.”
“‘It begins with absence and desire, it begins with blood and fear,’” I whispered. “‘It began with a discovery of witches,’”
And so I discovered that the practice of magic was not unlike the practice of history. The trick to both wasn’t finding the correct answers but formulating better questions.
It took four women two hours to get me dressed.
Absolutely not
“She is English and therefore very strange. And her wine bills are much larger than they should be.”
“Take my blood. Take my secrets. Do what your instincts are screaming for you to do. There are no hoods or jesses here. In my arms you should be free, even if nowhere else.”
Whoever could have imagined that the lost Book of Life would stink to high heaven of death?”
And so a witch, a daemon, two children, and a dog paid a short visit to Monsieur Vallin that afternoon.
