“Why do you ask?" "Because I can." "You can what?" "I can go in the private collection!" I scurried toward him. "My… — Susan Dennard Copy Share Image
“So tell me, Miss Fitt, do you know when your brother will return?" "No." I wet my lips. "Do you know Elijah?"… — Susan Dennard Copy Share Image
“Miss Fitt, you know curiosity gets men killed." I grinned. "Then I daresay it's good I'm a woman." He groaned-an amused sound.… — Susan Dennard Copy Share Image
“I can't believe she listened to you." I turned a wide-eyed gaze on Clarence. A grin tugged at his lips. "Yes, I… — Susan Dennard Copy Share Image
“How long have you been standing here?" "Only a moment." I fluttered my lashes. I am as innocent as a baby bird,… — Susan Dennard Copy Share Image
“While Mary brushed my pistachio silk carriage dress, Mama tugged the laces of my corset as tight as they would go. She grunted and… — Susan Dennard Copy Share Image
“ You are strong and independent , I told myself as I unlocked the door. Capable and clever. No males needed. ” — Susan Dennard Copy Share Image
“Two girls who'd once shared tea and gossip were now bound together by death.” — Susan Dennard Copy Share Image
“Why do you ask?" "Because I can." "You can what?" "I can go in the private collection!" I scurried toward him. "My father had… — Susan Dennard Copy Share Image
“Can't say I'm surprised you were here. You have the curiosity of a cat and the common sense of a goldfish.” — Susan Dennard Copy Share Image
“Even the greatest feats of man lose their luster when one's head is filled with storm clouds.” — Susan Dennard Copy Share Image
“Eleanor," Daniel said. "Miss Fitt! Wake up!" I fluttered my eyelids open. "I'm not a misfit anymore," I rasped. "I thought I told you… — Susan Dennard Copy Share Image
“Don't think I'll look after you, though-the world would be better off with one less princess." "I'm not a princess," I huffed, beating my… — Susan Dennard Copy Share Image
“They each wore ill-fitting black suits and well-fitting black scowls.” — Susan Dennard Copy Share Image
“I can still make a fist, and breath still burns in my chest. So look at my face. Look at my mortal soul, and… — susan dennard Copy Share Image
“That's a very comforting response, Oliver. Of course I can trust you implicitly when all you care about is using me for your own… — Susan Dennard Copy Share Image
“We waddled through life blindly, hoping to find something—and someone—worth fighting for.” — susan dennard Copy Share Image
