What Remains of Heaven (Sebastian St. Cyr, #5)

by C.S. Harris

“It is beyond shameful for a nation of our wealth and grandeur to ask men to risk life and limb in war, and then abandon them to poverty and neglect when they return home wounded and infirm.”

“We do, however, seem to be attracting an inordinate amount of attention. It might be better if you were to invite me to dance.” “Dance?” he repeated in something between shock and horror. “Why, yes.” She gave him an icy smile and extended her hand. “Thank you, my lord.”

“You have a great regard for the truth, do you not, Lord Devlin? Truth and justice. You have made them your calling. More than that, you have made them your touchstones, perhaps even your gods. But some truths should never be known. And sometimes what men in their righteous ignorance call justice is no justice at all, only one more wrong that can never be made right.”