What Moves the Dead (Sworn Soldier, #1)

by T. Kingfisher

(Look, if you don’t make a fool of yourself over animals, at least in private, you aren’t to be trusted. That was one of my father’s maxims, and it’s never failed me yet.)

He was the gentlest of souls, though he did collect rather odd things. But he used to put festive hats on his skulls depending on the season, and they all looked rather jolly.

I offered Denton my hand, because Americans will shake hands with the table if you don’t stop them.

But death is when you are allowed to ask foolish questions and to say all the unforgivable things that will be immediately forgiven.