An Unexpected Peril (Veronica Speedwell, #6)

by Deanna Raybourn

never happier than when imparting information, whether one asked for it or not.

any person who pitted themselves against mountains must be fashioned of something indomitable.

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.”

a sort of hectic happiness that cannot last. It usually presages a disaster.”

“I will always agree with you when your arguments are based upon sound common sense and scientific fact,”

the courage to resist even those who loved her when she knew they were wrong.

kissing me as thoroughly as he did everything, which is to say, expertly and with exquisite attention to detail.

now that I had joined myself in affection to Stoker, I could no longer run from myself as I had once so blithely done. I must, instead, sit and face my demons.

“I do not require perfect knowledge in order to form a working hypothesis, only possibilities.

“It is a poor scientist who is so attached to her theory that she cannot entertain criticism of it,”

with countries—like men—the more diminutive the stature, the more overweening the pride.

Those experiences sharpened the senses and tested the resolve, resulting in a sense of vitality and purpose difficult to explain to those who choose a more sedate existence.

People do strike out against the ones they love when they are disappointed and hurt.

In fact, she is being rather polite just now. You are quite fortunate she has not told you what she really thinks.”

he seemed a penciled copy of an oil painting,

“Fecklessness! We are never feckless,” I told her coldly. “We are full to the brim with feck.

We might travel a little, you know. Find a meeting place in between dull routine and homicidal peril.”

have neither the time nor the patience for pretense.”