“Brigid couldn't help but be charmed by this clever girl, with her baby doll freckles and wild red curls. She'd clearly inherited all the best of the Duncan clan. Sadie's energy, Rose's warmth, Ivy's optimism, her mother's beauty. According to the last report filed by Brigid's private investigator, Sybil worked three lunch shifts a week at a soup kitchen in her neighborhood. She fed a colony of feral cats near the Brooklyn waterfront and picked up trash in Prospect Park.” ChefAuntFirst ImpressionsNiece Book:The Women of Wild Hill Source: The Women of Wild Hill
“You were traveling through the bloodline and entering each of your ancestors' minds. You know things about all of us now." Lily was right. Sibyl knew where Ivy kept the baking soda. She knew the family recipe for scones, which Sadie had brought over from Scotland. She remembered that Rose had been particularly fond of currant and cream scones, though she'd never seen her eat one.” ChefAncestorsDessertsPreferencesRecollections Book:The Women of Wild Hill Source: The Women of Wild Hill
“This is April," he said, holding up the chicken. "She's the only friend I have left. I saved her from an evil chef at Tavern on the Green, and we've pledged eternal friendship.” SaidEvilLeftEternalGreenSavedChickensChefAprilTavernsEternal Friendship Book:Kiki Strike: The Empress's Tomb Source: Kiki Strike: The Empress's Tomb
