“He hesitated for a moment. Then he said softly, 'I love you, Mother.' He took my hand and kissed it, and folded my fingers round the stem of the rose. He had stripped it of its thorns. I was too… — Elizabeth Peters Copy Share Image
“The room was so neat and tidy it made me feel quite depressed...I do not allow myself to repine about what cannot be helped;… — Elizabeth Peters Copy Share Image
“He hesitated for a moment. Then he said softly, 'I love you, Mother.' He took my hand and kissed it, and folded my fingers… — Elizabeth Peters Copy Share Image
“As Ramses did the same for his mother, he saw that her eyes were fixed on him. She had been unusually silent. She had… — Elizabeth Peters Copy Share Image
“Why is a man with a knife after your blood? Who sent him? I would like to write the fellow a letter of thanks!” — Elizabeth Peters Copy Share Image
“For a time Emerson politely endeavored to conceal his boredom - like most men, he is profoundly disinterested in all children except his own… — Elizabeth Peters Copy Share Image
“Stop," he ordered, in a low but compelling voice. "Do not take another step, or I fire! Dash it," he added vexedly, "does the… — Elizabeth Peters Copy Share Image
“Have you caught cold?' 'It would appear so.' 'You could give it to Margaret,' Ramses suggested. His uncle turned the tinted spectacles toward him… — Elizabeth Peters Copy Share Image
“...DAMNATION!' No device of the printer's art, not even capital letters, can indicate the intensity of that shriek of rage. Emerson is known to… — Elizabeth Peters Copy Share Image
“What a nice neat deep trench,' I said. 'Er - should Nefret be down in it?' 'She thought she saw a skull,' Ramses said.… — Elizabeth Peters Copy Share Image
