What Moves the Dead (Sworn Soldier, #1)

by T. Kingfisher

Given that lack of imagination, perhaps you will forgive me when I say that the whole place felt like a hangover. What was it about the house and the tarn that was so depressing? Battlefields are grim, of course, but no one questions why. This was just another gloomy lake, with a gloomy house and some gloomy plants. It shouldn’t have affected my spirits so strongly.

Sometimes it’s hard to know if someone is insulting or just an American.

The war had been hard on my feet and my knees and my faith in humanity.

“You shouldn’t joke about fairies. Sir.” “Oh, very well. As long as I can still joke about the Devil.”

“The Good Lord looks out for fools. In your case, apparently He sends the occasional Englishwoman.”