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Delicious Death (Madame Chalamet Ghost Mysteries #2) Delicious Death by Byrd Nash
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“We all grieve in our own way. It was one of those platitudes that was actually true.”
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“Be careful what you wish for, especially during the season of the dead.”
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“I have compassion for even unpleasant people. Their souls are lost twice over. Once because of a lack in themselves, and another because that lack means others find it hard to love them.”
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“When a loved one dies, there is always guilt of some kind the living holds on to. Could they have prevented the tragedy? Should they have called the doctor sooner? If they only hadn’t left the window open, the lamp lit, or decided not to picnic at the lake. The ‘had I but known’ regret is very common.”
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“People didn’t realize you really could die twice.”
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“Technically, you were not my patient when I tried to stab you.”
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“That is another classification of a haunt— one that is tied by a place, rather than an emotion. We can find those hauntings at places of disaster or historical significance.”
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“What’s broken can also mend.”
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“Kindness could be a balm to a hurting heart.”
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“The last I saw, he was breathing, but we can always hope that the duke shoots him again,” said the doctor cheerfully.”
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“Men seldom enjoy learning the secrets we women make for them to appear more than they are.”
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“Madame Chalamet, may I assist you?' The duke’s voice was politely detached, as if he was asking a poor relation to partner him at a dance held at an inferior establishment.”
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“Every season produces some girl that the men follow with their eyes, and which other poor things want to emulate. They dissect her style, how she handles a fan, her walk, her slippers. The entitled nobility is a small group, well known to each other, desperate for novelty, always seeking someone they can either venerate or destroy. Still, while we thought ourselves wise and experienced, none of us were ready for Minette.”
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“Clients weren’t always nice young girls in bake shops. They could be selfish old ladies who were hard to love.”
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“She was a chameleon that changed to suit her audience, providing them with whatever they desired. With her, you felt cleverer, braver, stronger than with anyone else.”
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“I don’t make misfortunes happen. Stupid people do that. But I would call myself foolish not to take advantage of idiots.”
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“It was morbidly fascinating to hear rich people discuss what to do with the rest of us.”
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“Men might hunt on horses, but ladies shot game while sitting in chairs around the dining table.”
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“Marriage isn’t the proper state for any intelligent woman.”
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“Men are more concerned with keeping unmarried women pure than keeping married women happy.”
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“We found nothing in the wardrobe, not even my dignity.”
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“Your blush confirms my suspicions. See, I am learning how to use your methods to perform interrogations.”
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“Guilt is no longer an abstract notion, but something under the bed and in the dark.”
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“Forgetting wasn’t unusual. As time passed, ghosts lost the ability to hold their memories, a dementia that we often see in the living, and a process greatly accelerated in the dead. The older the ghost, the less it really remembered.”
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“I can’t imagine anything worse than being married to a poet.”
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“There’s been a shocking lack of dead bodies.”
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