Threshold Quotes

“My dearest Pudding pie" I read aloud.
"Yes, my little turnip?"
"Hilarious," I muttered. "If you ever call me anything of the sort again we shall have words.”
― Jordan L. Hawk, Threshold

“I think I will remain here and work on my manuscript," Christine decided. "Going about talking to the locals sounds dreadfully boring. But if you find you need anyone shot, send word and I'll come at once.”
― Jordan L. Hawk, Threshold

“Buck up, old fellow. If we cannot find models in our past, we must try to build a future where they can exist, and devil take anyone who tries to tell us we can’t.”
― Jordan L. Hawk, Threshold

“Don't be absurd. Do you think I'm going to remain here in Widdershins while you go haring off? One or both of you would end up kidnapped, or eaten, or God knows what. Then who would I talk to at those dreadful formal affairs? Far better I come along."

Griffin shook his head but an involuntary smile creased his lips. "Indeed. How can I argue with such logic? I shall look into the train schedules straight away.”
― Jordan L. Hawk, Threshold

“Somehow, I had ended up the lone male at the table, surrounded by three women of very questionable reputation. A great deal of whiskey had been consumed in the meantime, and I wondered what Father would think if he knew how his money was being spent.

Actually, never mind. If he knew I'd spent the night surrounded by female prostitutes, he'd probably consider it a sign of improvement.”
― Jordan L. Hawk, Threshold

“If we cannot find models in our past, we must try to build a future where they can exist, and devil take anyone who tries to tell us we can’t.”
― Jordan L. Hawk, Threshold

“She kept leaning farther and farther forward, and I became concerned her bodice wasn’t up to the task of containing her bounty.”
― Jordan L. Hawk, Threshold

“Oh, do say something in a different language!"

I cast about for something -anything- to save me. Christine rolled her eyes, which was not at all helpful. Desperate, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

"How romantic!" Amerlia gushed. Considering I had just called her grandfather a donkey in Hindi, I merely nodded like an idiot and hoped no one asked for a translation.”
― Jordan L. Hawk, Threshold