205 Quotes by Sarah Monette

Once you sell your soul to the Bastion, you never get it back.

I’d seen the way he watched Felix when he thought nobody was paying attention, and it was the kind of look that makes your skin crawl. He laid traps for Felix, too, cunning things that Felix waltzed right out of without seeming to see. Sometimes you could almost hear Lord Shannon’s teeth grinding.

Felix, you see, doesn’t need to worry about who Lord Stephen marries. And that must gnaw at Robert’s dry little soul like a rat.

It was a narrow, twisting hallway, paneled and floored in elaborate interlocking patterns of light and dark wood. False windows flanked every corner, their frames elaborately carved and fretted: looking through one, I discovered a flat, painted landscape like nothing I had ever seen-twisted trees and dark, jeering rocks and the gilt sun lying against the painted sky like a counterfeit coin.

Anyone wanting to cause trouble in the Mirador should be fascinated by Felix.

Every time you come, I have to think of a new adjective,” you said. “Tonight, you are magnificent.

Victoria wasn’t beautiful, but a stern regularity of feature made her uncompromisingly handsome.

Marathines insisted, with great indignation, that there was no slavery in their country, but I couldn’t see any difference to speak of between that and the system of contracts and indentures in the Pharaohlight brothels.

I liked him better in the mirror. It was tempting and all too easy to imagine him happened there, furious, but unable to cause mischief.