Kindle Notes & Highlights
You cannot challenge the ego of a genius without facing repercussions of some sort.
Ruan asked, changing the subject from the uncomfortable topic of our thwarted romance back to safer terrain—murder.
There is a darkness in human nature that cannot be forgotten, even in fiction. Leona thought it a dreadfully depressing way to approach literature, but I’ve never been afraid of the dark. For at least there is honesty in it.”
“Only the vilest, weakest, and most cowardly of men seek to control another, and I assure you that Mr. Owen is none of those things. The only person I obey is my own conscience.
It was strange how unsettling night in the city could be. In the countryside there was always something awake and with you. A bird. A fox. Insects. Sounds to remind you that you were never alone. There was a comfort in that anonymous companionship—for you could trust the birds to quiet before a predator struck. Their silence a warning to all. But in a city—a space where man had slowly strangled nature into submission—in man’s absence grew an unsettling stillness far more frightening than anything nature could dream up.
there’s no problem in this world that a slice of cake can’t fix.”
“Two months ago, I watched a man place a rifle against your breast, powerless to do anything to save you. Unable to look away for fear that if I did, I would lose that final second in your light. And I could not bear the thought.”
I carefully stood on the table and lifted the lid to reveal a mummified cat lying atop the straw. Fiachna would have definite thoughts about that one.
“Gods, do I love you, woman.” He let out a dark laugh, his free hand reaching up to cup my cheek. “My life is nothing but chaos and danger and yet I would not trade a second of it for a peaceful life. You are a tempest, as I told you that afternoon in Cornwall after we solved our first murder together. Violent and angry and beautiful, and I would not have you any other way.”
But sometimes doing what is right means being a little reckless.”
