“His lips parted, but long years of experience with Ramses, and to some extent, Emerson, had taught me how to turn a conversation into a monologue.” — 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
