205 Quotes by Sarah Monette

All my worst, Bastion-trained instincts came surging up, and I slid off my shoes and trailed along behind her with no heels.

I saw his smile, and I wanted, with the sudden pitiless clarity of a lightning bolt, to drag him away-out of the engine’s maw, of the labyrith’s heart, out of the cold and sleepless dark beneath Summerdown.

Guilt was like the taste of ashes.

There was the way she moved and the way she looked at people and the way she’d turned herself into Nobbie Wainwright on the way Aiaia. She’d been playing a governess when we met her, but that wasn’t what she was.

You’re going to eat him alive and never even notice.

He was big, taller than me and bulky, with dark red-brown hair queued back like a flashie, and light brown eyes that looked as clever and fake as glass.

His voice had dropped down into a purr, and I hated it and recognized it because I’d heard it in Felix’s voice a thousand times.

Titan Clocks were made with iron and gold and human bone; they did not break, and they did not fail.

She was tall, slender, lithe. She wore her hair in smooth black curls around the perfect oval of her face, and her eyes were pale gray, the color of fog. She wore the clothes of a lady with neither apology not discomfort, dark purple poplin trimmed with black lace, high-necked and formfitting with a great swag of bustle behind. She saw us and made her way across the room without hesitation.