The Soldier's Scoundrel Quotes

“Honor was a luxury item, like hair pomade and snuff. Its only purpose was to show the world that you could afford to be impractical, that you had enough money to behave in a way that was compatible with some ludicrous code instead of acting out of self-preservation like the rest of humanity.”
― Cat Sebastian, The Soldier's Scoundrel

“Nobody had been more surprised than Jack to discover that when he was happy, he wanted to make others happy. What a soggy lot of rubbish, but there you had it.”
― Cat Sebastian, The Soldier's Scoundrel

“He took hold of Jack’s collar and bent down for a kiss. With each stroke of his tongue he thought, This is ours. It wasn’t something he was doing to Jack, or Jack was doing to him. Neither of them owned it. It was theirs. This was what he had wanted; as much as the physical pleasure he wanted the sense of shared desire, mutual longing.”
― Cat Sebastian, The Soldier's Scoundrel

“The lady obviously spent her days reading, napping, and eating biscuits. He didn’t know whether to be disgusted
or jealous.”
― Cat Sebastian, The Soldier's Scoundrel

“When you smile I want to do awful things to you,” Oliver said, leering wolfishly.
“A lucky coincidence, because when I’m smiling it’s because I’m thinking of you doing filthy things to me.” Jack grinned back at him.”
― Cat Sebastian, The Soldier's Scoundrel

“You’re mine,” Jack repeated, dusting kisses along Oliver’s jaw. “I’ve tried being without you, and it’s not any good, Oliver.”
“It really isn’t,” Oliver agreed. “Let’s not do that again.”
“Never again.”
― Cat Sebastian, The Soldier's Scoundrel

“Even the absence of information was included: “Wraxhall. No debts, no secrets.” And “Servants overpaid,”
followed, amazingly, by “Very friendly dog.”
― Cat Sebastian, The Soldier's Scoundrel

“So far, the man had vetoed every one of Oliver’s suggestions, calling them too shabby, too remote, too vulgar,
too small. Jack, Oliver was delighted to discover, was a bit of a snob.”
― Cat Sebastian, The Soldier's Scoundrel

“Rivington seemed unperturbed by Jack’s loss of temper. He rubbed has hand along his jaw. “In that case, we
could pretend to be cousins by marriage. And then we can both act appalled by the connection.” Jack laughed,
feeling his anger dissipate.”
― Cat Sebastian, The Soldier's Scoundrel

“So, is this to be a business arrangement?”
“No! Of course not. I want to share my meals and my bed and my life with the man I love. Christ, Jack. Don’t say such filthy things.”
― Cat Sebastian, The Soldier's Scoundrel

“Oliver began unwinding his cravat with one bloody hand. “Do you often have people shooting at you?”
Sometimes. “No.” “I don’t like this at all.”
― Cat Sebastian, The Soldier's Scoundrel

“It’s only that I prefer to think that there’s some order governing the world, some absolute rights and wrongs,
and I like to think that order overlaps with the law at least to some extent.” “It does, somewhat.” Barely.
Sometimes. On a good day, and only if you squinted your eyes”
― Cat Sebastian, The Soldier's Scoundrel

“Hear me now, Oliver Rivington. You will not use gestures with me.”
― Cat Sebastian, The Soldier's Scoundrel

“but Jack still felt as if she were waiting for him to do something unspeakable at any moment. She was right, of course, but still it grated.”
― Cat Sebastian, The Soldier's Scoundrel

“No,” Jack said after a moment. “That is not how it works. With all due respect,” he remarked, managing to
convey no respect whatsoever, “you wouldn’t know whether or not he was decent. You couldn’t, in fact. You
play cards with him, maybe drink or make idle conversation. He has no power over you to be anything other
than decent. It’s his wife and servants who know the truth. You would likely have thought your brother-in-law a
decent fellow had you met him at your club.”
― Cat Sebastian, The Soldier's Scoundrel

“He felt a surge of protectiveness toward Wraxhall. The man was innocent in a way that Oliver never again would be,”
― Cat Sebastian, The Soldier's Scoundrel

“Never had Jack tied a cravat more resentfully and with more confusion than he did that day.”
― Cat Sebastian, The Soldier's Scoundrel

“How many more snifters of brandy could that potted plant take before it withered up and died? Oliver had, on the sly, been dumping nearly all his brandy into that poor plant for days now. But it looked perfectly well. Perhaps brandy was beneficial for house plants.”
― Cat Sebastian, The Soldier's Scoundrel