Etiquette with the Devil Quotes

“It was a short distance, but when marching toward Bly Ravensdale, it felt as though she were crossing the vast Atlantic in a rowboat.”
― Rebecca Paula, Etiquette with the Devil

“She watched as privation pulled at his features, drawing down his shoulders and eyes, until he was bent in half at the foot of her bed, bent as if he were being crushed by the weight of the world.”
― Rebecca Paula, Etiquette with the Devil

“There was an answer there somewhere inside her, but she could not voice it. She felt it instead, within the depths of her heart, which was a place he never understood.”
― Rebecca Paula, Etiquette with the Devil

“Bly was a body set in constant motion, a force that knew no barrier, and he inevitably left the world changed in his wake. Even when he sat, he tapped his foot, scratched at his face, or puffed on a cigar like a locomotive. He paced insistently and ruffled his fingers through his hair habitually.

Then there were the laugh lines around the outer corners of his eyes and lips, caused by years of jest, not necessarily from happiness. Bly always seemed to be making a mockery of the world and its subsequent opinion of his person. He dared everything in his path to challenge him. That was how he lived his life—charging after it with an undying fierceness as if the flame within him would never extinguish.”
― Rebecca Paula, Etiquette with the Devil

“Her ability to think vanished. Her ability to stand crumbled. Her adherence to etiquette burned under the devil’s wicked charms.”
― Rebecca Paula, Etiquette with the Devil