A Perilous Undertaking (Veronica Speedwell, #2)

by Deanna Raybourn

Men, I had often observed, were never happier than when they believed they were imparting wisdom.

The soul is a thing apart. When you decide to share that with someone, then you will know what it is to live.”

There are times when every muscle, every nerve, screams for movement, when every instinct urges escape. But the instinct to fly is not always a sound one. There are occasions when only stillness can save you.

“When I most had need of you, you did not leave me. Whatever this thing is that makes us different, this thing that makes quicksilver of us when the rest of the world is mud, it binds us. To break that would be to fly in the face of nature.”