What Moves the Dead (Sworn Soldier, #1)

by T. Kingfisher

His voice had that light veneer of humor that we all get, because if we don’t pretend we’re laughing, we might have to admit just how broken we are.

Miss Potter flipped her umbrella around and pinned the hare in place with the tip. “Gentlemen,” she said, “I will hold it in place if one of you would like to kill it. Again.”

I would have been offended that he thought Miss Potter and I could have missed an entire corpse, but I had a feeling that he had thoughts of his own that he was trying to avoid.