Beneath the Surface Quotes

“Asking isn't what I had in mind,” Sicarius said.
“Yes, I can see that.” Amaranthe planted a hand on his chest, fingers splayed. “Why don’t you give Yara and me a few minutes alone to discuss this? I’ll brief you on whatever we decide to do before we do it. And you can loiter nearby in case anything goes wrong.”
His face didn't soften exactly—and he gave that hand a long look before meeting Amaranthe’s eyes— but the hostility he’d been oozing did seem to lessen. “Assassins don’t loiter,” he said.
The comment startled Evrial, and she wondered if she’d heard it correctly. The man hadn't uttered much that could be classified as humor, not with her around anyway. Maybe he was simply feeling indignant.But Amaranthe smiled. “What do you call it?”
“Standing. Purposefully.”
― Lindsay Buroker, Beneath the Surface

“Are you sure you're not looking for an excuse to stay in the smokestack with me?"

"If we attempt to check on the weapons now, in daylight, we may be spotted."

"Don't worry. You don't have to say it. I know." Amarante patted him on the chest. "It was good for me too.”
― Lindsay Buroker, Beneath the Surface

“It took Evrial a moment to catch on—she was too busy wondering where Amaranthe had heard anything, since she was supposedly staying out of sight in her cabin for the whole trip. “Maid service?Are you suggesting we dress up as servants and clean people’s rooms?”
“
Why, that’s an excellent idea. Thank you for suggesting it.” Amaranthe beamed. Evrial crossed her arms over her chest and added her glower to the glare Sicarius was still sending across the room. She was beginning to see how Maldynado got blamed for so many things that may have not been his fault after all.”
― Lindsay Buroker, Beneath the Surface

“A pale blob appeared on the other side of the glass. Evrial yelped and jumped backward faster than a dog bit by a snake. Her calf caught on the edge of the bed, and she tumbled onto it.
“Good timing,” Amaranthe said.
“What?” Bewildered, Evrial stared at the porthole. Only on the second long look did she recognize the pale blob. It was Sicarius’s face—upside down. Amaranthe pointed to the porthole frame and mouthed something. Sicarius's head rose out of sight. Evrial rolled off the bed, embarrassed by her startled—and ungraceful—stumble.
“I hope you don’t mind,” Amaranthe said, “but I’ll have to let Maldynado know.”
“What?”“
That you are capable of shrieking.”
― Lindsay Buroker, Beneath the Surface

“Sicarius stood behind them, not bothering to hide his face as the breeze rifled through his short blond hair. He hadn’t drawn a weapon yet, and Amaranthe hurried to catch up, to keep him from doing so.
First one security man glanced over his shoulder and jumped, then the second emulated the move.
Sespian lifted a hand. “Don’t hurt—”One of the men pointed to the side of Sicarius, cried, “Look, enforcers!” and hurled himself past Sespian and into the river. The second man squeaked, scuttled backward until his shoulders rammed against the railing, then grabbed it and also propelled himself into the water. His lantern caught and dropped to the deck instead of falling overboard. It clanked and highlighted a dubious puddle before tipping over and winking out. Amaranthe had forgotten how much Sicarius’s reputation affected the average person.”
― Lindsay Buroker, Beneath the Surface

“A soft knock sounded. Amaranthe feared Sicarius had come to collect her for another round of training, but he didn't usually bother knocking. Or being constrained by door locks.”
― Lindsay Buroker, Beneath the Surface

“He doesn’t take anything seriously, and he has the work ethic of a… a… well, an indolent son of the privileged caste. I’ve worked my entire life, and I…” “Take everything seriously?” Amaranthe suggested. Evrial crossed her arms. “Maybe. So, what? Life isn’t a joke.” “No, but it’s easier to enjoy if you can find the humor in even the grim moments. Perhaps it’d be healthy for you to let someone bring a little levity into your life.”
― Lindsay Buroker, Beneath the Surface

“Amaranthe cleared her throat. “Enough girl talk. There are enemy cabins full of dastardly old ladiesthat we must infiltrate.”
― Lindsay Buroker, Beneath the Surface

“Enough girl talk. There are enemy cabins full of dastardly old ladies that we must infiltrate.” “Unbelievable,” Evrial murmured. “What is?” “That you can say things like that and still get those men to rally behind you.” “Sometimes I also have to gaze into their eyes with youthful exuberance that they find impossible to resist.” Evrial could imagine”
― Lindsay Buroker, Beneath the Surface

“I understand, trust me, and it’s a noble pursuit. But I don’t believe you can improve humanity’s future by being so obsessed with your work that you ignore the human beings around you.”
― Lindsay Buroker, Beneath the Surface

“Like most of the others, she’d been wearing the same clothing for a week—in her case, a long-sleeved wool shirt and sturdy green trousers with numerous pockets—but, unlike the others, her garb appeared clean and freshly ironed. Even Maldynado rarely looked so crisp—apparently his love of fashion didn’t extend to a love of doing laundry.”
― Lindsay Buroker, Beneath the Surface