Kelley Armstrong

Kelley Armstrong (born 14 December 1968) is a Canadian writer, primarily of fantasy novels.

All page numbers are from the hardcover first edition published by Minotaur Books, ISBN 978-1-250-82000-6

• Here’s where I’m going wrong. Well, one of the many ways I am going wrong. I feel superior to these people. I’m from the twenty-first century. So much more enlightened than them. That’s bullshit, of course.
  I have the advantages of the modern world. Thinking it makes me smarter is the polar opposite of “enlightened.”
  • Chapter 5 (p. 30)

• Fate deals unexpected hands, and we learn to play the cards we are given.
  • Chapter 8 (p. 54)

• Scotland has a reputation for overcast, drizzly weather, but in Edinburgh you get the wind thrown in for free.
  • Chapter 16 (p. 127)

• Science and popular opinion rarely progress at the same rate.
  • Chapter 25 (p. 195)

• Judging by what I read of Lady Inglis’s letter, Victorians are having—and enjoying—sex. They just don’t talk about it. How terribly Victorian of them.
  • Chapter 28 (p. 222)

All page numbers are from the hardcover first edition published by Minotaur Books, ISBN 978-1-250-82003-7

• Like so many regulations the Anatomy Act was created to solve one problem and caused another.
  • Chapter 2 (p. 10)

• Ultimately, you are his physician, which is probably why he is about to die.
  • Chapter 7 (p. 52)

• To her credit, she is interesting. In the same way as a venomous snake.
  • Chapter 8 (p. 58)

• My husband is already dead. He only needs to stop breathing to make it official.
  • Chapter 8 (p. 59)

• Victorian flirting doesn’t require much. Flatter him. Laugh at his jokes. Let him ogle my cleavage. Okay, this probably also works in my own time.
  • Chapter 11 (p. 78)

• Yet not everyone reading broadsheets realizes they aren’t accurate reporting, making them the internet news sites of the Victorian era.
  • Chapter 13 (p. 96)

• He was the worst sort of gentry—the sort that mistakes the luck of birth for an actual accomplishment. As if he chose to be born into money and title and had nothing but contempt for those of us lacking the foresight to do the same.
  • Chapter 13 (p. 99)

• I feel that the more I discuss the future with you, the more discouraged I become.
  • Chapter 18 (p. 130)

• “Have you been drinking?” I say.
  “Why does everyone ask me that when I am in a good mood?”
  • Chapter 25 (p. 177)

• He flips a thruppence my way. I catch it.
  “Why thank you, sir. I find I have grown most fond of money.”
  “Odd. That seems a common condition among those who do not have it.”
  • Chapter 34 (p. 244)

• There’s cruel, and then there’s downright evil.
  • Chapter 40 (p. 284)

• After all, women feign interest in men all the time to better their positions.
  • Chapter 48 (p. 336)

All page numbers are from the hardcover first edition published by Subterranean Press, ISBN 978-1-64524-161-4

• She isn’t old and cranky. She’s just cranky.
  • Chapter 1 (p. 13)

• I no longer wonder at Victorian mortality rates. Now I just marvel that anyone survived at all.
  • Chapter 3 (p. 39)

• I’d never say I don’t want him coming to my rescue if I need it. I’m a feminist, not an idiot.
  • Chapter 6 (p. 72)

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