The Hollow of Fear (Lady Sherlock, #3)

by Sherry Thomas

The woman was a holy terror: the sweetest face, the pillowiest bosom, and a perspicacity that stripped a man naked in seconds.

“When you brought up her sister’s sins before her, it was with an intention to shame. Perhaps you yourself were not aware of that—perhaps you thought of it as merely pointing out the facts—but it’s nevertheless true.

Lord Ingram is not stupid. And any inference of guilt that starts with him doing something stupid is, by default, a line of reasoning that must be rejected.”

Perhaps she had always been a monster, but even the lady monsters of the world couldn’t escape the expectations that came of being women.

Adversity didn’t improve everyone—or the world would be filled with men and women of flawless character and sublime insight.

It’s far easier for people who want the same things to fall in love than for people who want different things to remain in love.”