An Unexpected Peril (Veronica Speedwell, #6)

by Deanna Raybourn

There will always be men who rally to the cause of another man in his moment of disgrace simply because they fear their own so deeply.”

“It is an old Scots word, it means a sort of hectic happiness that cannot last. It usually presages a disaster.”

Liberal politicians subscribed to it; Radicals adored it; Conservatives gave it to their servants for the wrapping of fish and use in the privy.

“How do you do,” I said politely, for I have always believed that while one may be familiar immediately upon making a dog’s acquaintance, a cat will stand for no such informality.

“We have a saying in the Alpenwald, Fraulein. Plans are jokes written by men for God’s amusement.” “That is hardly reassuring,” I told her. “It sounds better in German.”

Death is part of life, child. It is not the end. It is not even the middle. It is merely a doorway. Alice is no further away from me than if she had stepped into the next room.”