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61 " The radiant globes on their high wrought-iron towers were an advantage to the dark-adapted eye, if one could manage not to be dazzled. For the shadows between were cool and velvet, and a man-or something shaped like a man-in muffling black could vanish into them. "
― Elizabeth Bear , New Amsterdam (New Amsterdam, #1)
62 " Anything that Jack and Abby Irene could not manage together might just as likely be too much for Sebastien. "
63 " Well, Sebastien thought, they might all be furious with him, but at least his court was convivial. "
64 " Sebastien was here for revenge, though he could pretty it up with Justice’s blindfold if he cared to play the hypocrite. The self-absorbed machinations of Duke Richard and Governor Penfold had led to the destruction of a friend. Sebastien…was not always of a forgiving nature. "
65 " For a moment, Garrett permitted herself a frown at the waste of talent, though she could not say if it was because of the artistry was wasted on a maid, or because an artist was wasted as one. "
66 " Sebastien was already leaning in, drawn by the enticing heat of blood, when he recollected himself and jerked back. "
67 " Darling, you’re ridiculous. Drink. "
68 " Real sorcery was not particularly spectacular, despite the flash and gunpowder one might see devoted to making ritual convincing when it came to stage plays. "
69 " She wondered when she had moved from mere conspiracy to treason. "
70 " He wondered if a werewolf’s bloodlust, its passion, its compulsion, could possibly be more unendurable than his thirst. "
71 " England. When she entered her self-imposed exile in the colonies, she’d never expected to see it again. Now, she wondered if she was seeing it for the last time. An unexpected gift, perhaps. Or an unlooked-for cruelty. "
72 " She could not bear to feel England’s earth and cobblestones under her shoes again, she thought. And if she could bear that, then she might never bear to leave. "
73 " He smiled, the cherub with a wicked secret. "
74 " David was a featherweight in his arms, a frail thing that smelled of citrus-musk and and lilac cologne and filled him with rasping, heated pulse. David stifled a sob against his throat, jaws working, lacerating Sebastien’s skin as Sebastien bore them both down on the couch. "
75 " A Gallic-nosed fellow, slight with silver-shot dark curls and dark eyes, brushed rudely past them just as Jack returned from the top of the plank. He reeked of vertiver and musk; Jack’s nose wrinkled as he passed, and he half-smiled at himself to realize how accustomed he’d become to the Puritan cleanliness of American colonials, and their aversion to heavy perfumes. "
76 " In the course of a long unlife, borders might cross as often as one crossed borders. "
77 " It paid to understand the politics, and for all their prickles the blood had long learned the value of shared information. "
78 " It would heal quite perfectly. And the sensation of the thick salvaged blood beating from his wounds into David’s mouth as David knelt over him, his blond locks stuck willy-nilly between the clenching knuckles of Sebastien’s hand-that was a passion worth anything. "
79 " Sebastien lay with closed eyes and listened to the silent, cool pressure of the couch, more an absence than a presence. It was as if a ghost lay down beside him. He knew without looking that David would be leaned on one elbow, studying Sebastien over the narrow bridge of his nose. "
80 " Sooner or later, in Jack’s experience, a wampyr found out everything. "