Black & Blue Quotes

“Your lip looks better, Kate. Um…." He lifted his hands as if to rake them through his hair, stopping just before he ruined a look that must have taken beaucoup product to achieve. "Hiya, Harvey. Sad about the guv, eh? I mean Lord… I mean, him. The fact is, before we begin…." "Are you off your meds? Sit down," Kate barked. "Yes, I appreciate the invitation, it's lovely to be here, but the fact is—" "Deepal!" A woman called from the front parlor. "I won't be hidden out here! It's undignified!" "… I brought my mum," Paul concluded. "When I told her I was popping by the guv's—I mean, Lord—I mean, his place, she wouldn't take no for an answer." "You're sacked," Tony said. "Too late. Mum," Paul said, turning to intercept Sharada in the doorway, "Of course you've met, um, er, Tony, and Kate. This is Mrs. Snell, who used to be his secretary, and that's Harvey, the manservant. Like Alfred to Batman." "Deepal, I write romances. I know what a manservant is." Evading her”
― Emma Jameson, Black & Blue

“no point. It's hopeless!" Henry twisted in Tony's grip, wild enough to break free. Perhaps their weekly fencing sessions had begun paying dividends of strength and agility. That, or his fury was borne of true desperation, not just another boyish disappointment. "Henry." The word filled the kitchen, echoing off tiled floors, gleaming countertops, and a multitude of copper pots and pans, relics from his grandmother's day. How long had it been since a child threw a tantrum in Wellegrave House's preternaturally serene kitchen? So long Tony could practically”
― Emma Jameson, Black & Blue

“him into the night. It was only a quarter past six, but pitch dark and bitterly cold as only mid-January could be. "What's all this?" "I'm leaving!" Henry, pudgy and short for almost nine years old, glared up at Tony, his round face scarlet with rage. "I'm going to Robbie's. His mum said I could sleep over anytime. They like me at Robbie's. They listen to me at Robbie's. Here, no one cares! I'll never get Kate's attention unless I kill someone." "Is that so?" After a day spent tackling phone calls, meetings, and policy revisions—the unglamorous bulk of police work at a chief superintendent's level—Tony could have done with”
― Emma Jameson, Black & Blue

“place. His old-fashioned manservant, Harvey, always kept a hot meal waiting. After supper, he read in his study for an hour or so, then retired to bed, content to repeat the cycle the next morning. But somewhere in the vicinity of his sixtieth birthday, Tony's private life began to feel a little, well, too private. Tempting fate, he wished for a change. And something wonderful and terrible happened: his wish came true. "It's not fair!" a small boy shrieked as Tony entered the kitchen, knackered from another long day at the Yard. "I say." He caught the boy, Henry”
― Emma Jameson, Black & Blue

“utterance of "our guests," there could be little doubt. His new in-laws, the Wakefields. What else could cause”
― Emma Jameson, Black & Blue

“Gran just smiled and said 'Sayonara.' Can you believe that? We spent months together, and all I got was a goodbye in Spanish?" Not”
― Emma Jameson, Black & Blue

“Of course I know her. I follow her on Twitter." "Does she follow you back?" "No, but last week she retweeted my retweet. We're like this." Sharada held up crossed fingers. "Now, we'll be late if we don't find that taxi stand. Can we get on?”
― Emma Jameson, Black & Blue