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As long as there was secrecy, there would be a need for holes to hide in.
Ruthven, or one of the other people she knew who were capable of casually unscrewing somebody’s head.
also he rather strongly wanted to remain under the immediate protection of someone physically capable of tying lampposts in knots.
“Really,” Ruthven had said when the question of his nature had first (awkwardly) arisen, early in their acquaintance, “the easiest thing is to think of me as a large well-dressed mosquito, only with more developed social graces and without the disease-vector aspect. Actually the leech is probably a more accurate simile, but the mosquito tends to offer less objectionable aesthetic connotations.
Greta thought fascinatingly weird shit was the understatement of the century.
She thought, seeing again Kree-akh in the slanting shadows of the cellar light, with his arm around the young mother and her child, that she would be eminently okay with hurting the Gladius Sancti, Hippocratic oath or no Hippocratic oath.
He ruined my car, tried to cut my throat, and said a lot of things a well-bred gent ought not to say to a lady.
I don’t, he had said. I don’t know for a fact. But I know that I know how to do this job. I trust in my own skill and experience to help me make good decisions. When it comes right down to it, you must be able to trust yourself, before asking your patients to place their trust in you. If you cannot do that, do not pursue medicine as a career.
‘Other sins only speak; murder shrieks out. The element of water moistens the earth,’” she added, completely unable to stop herself, “‘but blood flies upward and bedews the heavens.’”
“just the mental image of wandering around tunnels wearing a bedsheet like a grimly traditional ghost is rather an astonishing one. I’d feel the need to rattle chains and gibber.”
“August Cranswell, you know damn well that thing’s a jumped-up lightbulb, nothing more than a bit of engineering with ideas above its station,”
