He kissed each finger, and with each one of them spoken a word. Five kisses, five words. His last.

You may have the worst timing since Napoleon decided the dead of winter was the right moment to invade Russia.

You ask a lot of questions, don't you?" "My brother always says curiosity is my besetting sin.

You could have had anything else in the world, and you asked for me." She smiled up at him. Filthy as he was, covered in blood and dirt, he was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. "But I don't want anything else in the world.

[...] He tasted like snowflakes and wine, like winter and Will and London.

Don't fight in front of the client, boys." Catarina implored in her sweet voice," or I will knock your heads together so hard, your skulls will crack like eggs

I thought you were dead,” she went on. “I saw you fall down, and—I thought you were dead.