Where the Library Hides (Secrets of the Nile #2)

by Isabel Ibañez

For the readers who stayed up all night agonizing over the epilogue in What the River Knows: This one is dedicated to you.

If I could, I would give up years of my life for that memory to be struck from my mind.

At least I was taking charge of my own life. Making a decision that allowed me to do what I wanted, even if it might be a mistake.

A term of endearment was just a noun and not a promise.

“I’m never calling you Lord Somerset.” Whit shuddered. “If you ever do, I am walking.”

“I think there’s just enough room for the both of us, Inez.”

Lmao

I’d rather visit him in prison than at his grave.”

Humans can be so careless with beautiful things: lives, animals, art. Nothing is safe from our hands.”

“Women don’t have the freedom to explore cities like men do.”

A girl who’d meet the world with a polite smile and a handgun.

My mother wasn’t that much older than me—only thirty-nine—and she seemed to be grasping at her youth, at the life she had yet to live.

Like he was looking into my soul to find anything that resembled his own black heart.

“It’s a weak and unimaginative human being who resorts to violence to get what they want.”

She wanted me to be someone perfect, a girl with flawless manners who knew exactly how to behave and what to say. The girl my mother never was.

She promised me her old life was over and that I was her whole world now.”

“I have never been shot before,” he said in a marveling tone. “I really don’t like it.”

“I need an heir. Someone I could trust to help with my legacy.”

Wow

If you need to shoot, make sure she can still walk afterward.”

My hands stopped shaking, my entire being focused on one thing: I would not let her die. I would burn the world twice over to save her life.

Tears streaked down her cheeks, and she let out a loud sob as she ran toward him.

Damn

Would it make her cry, to be reduced to a seductress of men?