K.J. Charles Quotes

I like the way he says 'furthermore'," Merrick observed quietly. "Cos you can tell he means 'wankers'.

If you can't be happy, then be something else. Be useful, that would be good. Decorative, if you like. Selfish, if you must. But don't whine about it.

Cyprian didn't shrug - a servant of his calibre would never do such a thing - but his entire demeanor implied a shrug.

That's different." "People always say that, you know," Julius observed. "And yet, somehow, it never is. Here we are." They

Clem tried to marshal his meaning to his tongue,

Ben looked up, and the foundations of his life began to crumble.

Tell him that I am quite specifically in desperate need of a redheaded bastard."
Julius blinked. "And that will help, will it?

There really were no chains like the ones in your head.

Everyone can do evil. Some people can be forced to it, and some fight against it, and some don't even need an invitation.

Holt gave a modest shrug. "I can hold my own."
"I dare say you have to," murmured da Silva.

A story without an ending is an unbearable itch to the reader.

I love you," Julius observed at last. "To a degree that frankly startles me.

Someone wanted to choke me to death on my own hair?

Of course I've got a conscience," Jonah said. "He's sitting right here next to me.

Well, God knows what you used to be, then, because you're built like a brick shithouse and hung like a horse.

You're remarkably uninteresting for a flying trollop.

In writing Simon's stories, I have written myself out of my own life.

I am in the process of nailing Mr. Humphrey Griffin to the wall so thoroughly that future generations will mistake him for a tapestry, ...

It was hard to keep up the fight for the freedom of your fellow man when your fellow man was a bastard.

He had rid my inherited house of a lustful ghost, opened my eyes to a concealed world of strange forces and arcane knowledge, and buggered me twice.

You like 'em dangerous, that's your trouble. If they ain't leaving a trail of dead, you ain't interested.

This was the torment and insanity, the enjoyment of angels, when he was helpless in Silas's hands. "Frighten me," Dominic whispered.

What the fuck, what the fucking, bloody devil-shit, what in the name of Satan's swollen cock was that?

Such an easy thing, to be liked. All you had to do was make sure people didn't know you.

Two death sentences? Really? I mean, you look very well, considering.

Charles Waterton and His Eccentric Taxidermy.

Come to bed with me, you blasted radical. Bring me your revolution.

Did anyone wonder if someone hit his head for him?

When I fuck you, Mr. Day, it will not be briefly. It will be long and hard and extremely thorough. I'm going to take pains with you.

Not much. I've very little imagination. It's the imaginative chaps who suffer." "'The coward dies a thousand deaths

[Blog post, March 10, 2014]

You look like the cat that swallowed the cream," Stephen said softly.
"That comes later.

But - Why didn't you say?"

"Secret agent. Secret.

Cat doesn't have to be like a person, he's Cat.