How very kind of her, ' I said. 'I must remember to send her a card.'
I'd send her a card alright. It would be the Ace of Spades, and I'd mail it anonymously from somewhere other than Bishop's Lacey.
There's a lot to be said for being alone. But you and I know, don't we, Flavia, that being alone and being lonely are not at all the same thing?
Alan BradleyMots clés loneliness
I dreamt of turrets and craggy ledges where the windswept rain blew in from the ocean with the odor of violets. A pale woman in Elizabethan dress stood beside my bed and whispered in my ear that the bells would ring. An old salt in an oilcloth jacket sat atop a piling, mending nets with an awl, while far out at sea a tiny aeroplane winged its way towards the setting sun.
Alan BradleyI reached out and touched his hands and they stilled at once. I had observed—although I did not often make use of the fact—that there were times when a touch could say things that words could not.
Alan BradleyStill, one of my Rules of Life is this: When you want something, bite your tongue.
Alan BradleyIf you need me, I shall be weeping at the bottom of my wardrobe.
Alan BradleyHad I been too cruel to that horror, Miss Mountjoy? Too vindictive? Wasn't she, after all, just a harmless and lonely old spinster? Would a Larry de Luce have been more understanding?
'Hell, no!' I shouted into the wind...
Death by family silver, I thought, before I could turn off that part of my mind.
Alan BradleyMots clés humor
They seem nice, though, your sisters, really,' Porcelain remarked.
'Ha!' I said. 'Shows what little you know! I hate them!'
'Hate them? I should have thought you'd love them.'
'Of course I love them,' I said.... 'That's why I'm so good at hating them.
Mots clés humor family mystery
Apart from the soul, the brewing of tea is the only thing that sets us apart from the great apes.
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