Of Fate and Phantoms (The Ministry of Curiosities #7)

by C.J. Archer

Not until Lincoln gripped their shoulders and tore them away from her. Away from his mother.

Lincoln had never met his mother, but he knew her name and where she lived from the file in the ministry's archives.

"The unclear can be changed. The clear cannot. Good fortune is with you tonight, sire. My son and his bride will help if you allow it."

The prince held Lincoln's gaze for a very long time before breaking it to once again take in every inch of him…of his son. Did he see the similarities? Did he know or suspect? It wasn't clear from his expression, now closed and unreadable. It was so very like the mask Lincoln sometimes wore to hide his emotions that my breath hitched.

"You!" Leisl took a step backward, her huge eyes fixed on Alice. "You are door."

"A fellow should always have at least one person who can stand up to him, otherwise he becomes too arrogant."

The lines on your face tell the story of a life well lived. Don't wish them away."

A woman had to utterly trust that her future husband had her best interests at heart before she put his ring on her finger.

"Most men go courting with flowers and tickets to the theater. You bring rope and trousers."

You're going to change their lives for the better. Few people can go to their graves saying that."

If there is no respect between you, no genuine friendship, and no love, then you'll end up despising one another."

"With all my heart, it's a yes. It belongs to you, Charlie. I belong to you, and I want the world to know it."