Saturday, September 20, 2014

Quote of the Day

So there was Angela, crouched in a corner of the library, ostensibly reading The Popular Superstitions and Festive Amusements of the Highlands of Scotland, but in reality watching with an unwavering eye poor Mrs. Farquharson, who was sitting at the desk, writing letters. Angela had suddenly recollected, to her intense gratification, her father telling her that one of her less reputable forebears had been a detective, known as Lynx-eyed Winter. She wasn't sure that the story wasn't apocryphal, but she put that thought away, and felt Lynx-eyed Winter's blood coursing strongly in her veins.

From HOUSE OF THE GLIMMERING LIGHT, Chapter 4, Angela Investigates.