A Dangerous Collaboration (Veronica Speedwell, #4)

by Deanna Raybourn

“Yes. Look for me in the season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,”

Major "Diane from Cheers" energy here

“I have always said that it is interesting people who find others interesting.”

The vast stone hall was furnished with an enormous fireplace—the sort for roasting half an ox or an annoying child—at

Intense Veronica!

I ought to have been held fast in the arms of Morpheus, slumbering sweetly as I dreamt of butterflies and blue seas.

Another Diane line lol

There seemed no possible reply to this that could achieve both candor and politeness so I opted for a vague, noncommittal murmur.

It was as if I had taken a blade to a fine painting, slicing the canvas to shreds, and now I complained I could no longer see the picture.

“There is no truth so terrible as the unknown,”

We all agreed to the stakes and Caspian gallantly insisted that I have the first turn. I leveled my stick and sighted the ball down its length, conscious of Caspian across from me, watching narrowly as I bent over the table. With a single sharp motion I levered the stick, scattering the balls and sinking two. Caspian’s mouth gaped and it remained open for the next ten minutes. I cleared the table, dropping the balls neatly into the pockets. When I finished, I put out my hand with another smile. “My winnings, Mr. Romilly?”

Jesus christ does Veronica have no flaws?

As long as men sail the seven seas, those bent upon mischief or profit will find it,”

Stoker’s smile was slow and terrible. “You think that is love, brother? That I should kill for her?” He shook his head, his eyes locked with mine. “You are the fool, Tiberius, because you still do not understand. I do not love her enough to kill for her.” He stepped to the edge of the rock. “I love her enough to die for her.”