4 Quotes by Philippa Ballantine

Mortals were such fickle creatures. They called into the dark, demanded answers and attention from forces they could not comprehend, and yet when they had that attention and those answers, they complained about them.

I think you will agree the sign of a civilised society is a regular dining schedule.

She groaned as her face turned to press against the rosewood floor. "Welly, remind me to order a better mattress for my bed. This one is far too firm.""Oh, Eliza," Wellington gasped, now remembering why he was in these lush surroundings. "No broken nose, I hope.""S'all right," Braun slurred. Her voiced dropped to a whisper. "My ample bosom broke my fall.

I always think better when I am being shot at.