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“My shop, like my poisons, was too cleverly disguised. No man would find this place; it was buried deep behind a cupboard wall at the base of a twisted alleyway in the darkest depths of London.”
― Sarah Penner, The Lost Apothecary

“says something to her driver and walks inside a bookstore that faces the street. I wait for a few moments, then take off my helmet and follow.”
― Neva Altaj, Silent Lies

“I hope you didn’t forget about our plans tonight, Tara.” The deep, polished voice rumbles across the line, setting off a slight shiver down my spine, even from a distance. “Now’s not a good time, DeVille.” I hit that red circle on the screen and throw the phone on the nightstand. It starts ringing again as soon as it lands on the wooden surface. “Jesus.” Grabbing the damn thing, I press it to my ear. “I told you that—” “Don’t ever hang up on me again.” “Noted.” After disconnecting the call, I turn off the phone completely.”
― Neva Altaj, Precious Hazard

“It’s curious to me, child, that you’d complain of the effort in catching a night’s worth of beetles—mere bugs—and yet you think nothing of killing a man.”
― Sarah Penner, The Lost Apothecary