“As he passed a hand over his eyes, I recalled the he could not have slept more than twenty hours in the… — Lyndsay Faye Copy Share Image
“More accurately, on the bed and on the table lay various pieces of what had once been a body. Holmes was leaning… — Lyndsay Faye Copy Share Image
“My friend opened a small box which Lestrade had produced. Inside lay a beautiful silver cigarette case monogrammed with Holmes's initials, underneath… — Lyndsay Faye Copy Share Image
“What if," replied Inspector Fry in the same maddeningly curteous tone, "we were all to construct daisy chains and drape them so as to… — Lyndsay Faye Copy Share Image
“I looked up in curiosity. Behind us stood the Brown and Eagle Wool Warehouse and Schneider's Cap Factory, both constructed with that wholehearted devotion… — Lyndsay Faye Copy Share Image
“I have given up attempting to plumb the depths of the female psyche, Watson. It is not unlike contemplating infinity--a worthy, even a spiritual… — Lyndsay Faye Copy Share Image
“Besides, Watson,” he added, with a glint of humour in his grey eyes, “you, after all, are a man of the world. We must… — Lyndsay Faye Copy Share Image
“As he passed a hand over his eyes, I recalled the he could not have slept more than twenty hours in the last seven… — Lyndsay Faye Copy Share Image
“More accurately, on the bed and on the table lay various pieces of what had once been a body. Holmes was leaning with his… — Lyndsay Faye Copy Share Image
“Never have I seen a deadlier-looking collection of firemen, street brawlers, Party thugs, and fighting entrepreneurs in my life, and they made Chief Matsell's… — Lyndsay Faye Copy Share Image
“Charles says that he does not care what sort of Jane I am so long as I am his Jane; Sardar says that he… — Lyndsay Faye Copy Share Image
“If Mercy Underhill were any more perfect, it would take a long day's work to fall in love with her. But she has exactly… — Lyndsay Faye Copy Share Image
“I hope that the epitaph of the human race when the world ends will be: Here perished a species which lived to tell stories.… — Lyndsay Faye Copy Share Image
“And here you are, another practical sort - neither Catholic nor Protestant, nor wicked, I think. Let us pray that you are not one… — Lyndsay Faye Copy Share Image
