“I suppose that’s a valid point. The four of us can hang around a little longer before we leave.” “Five,” said Greta. “If you think I’m going to sit around up here while the rest of you go off to battle, you are dead wrong, Varney; I’ve had enough of that, and I know my way around the lair.” “She does,” Grisaille confirmed. “Bits of it anyway.” “Greta,” said Varney, ignoring this, “under no circumstances are you to go back under the city. We only just got you out of there again—” “No you didn’t,” she said. “I did. Remember? And if you want to murder Corvin, then imagine how I feel. I had to put up with him and his body glitter and his skull goblet and tiresome insinuations for several nights in a row. I get a say in this, okay?” Body Glitter Book:Dreadful Company Source: Dreadful Company
“Asking her had been the sort of almost-impulsive decision that had characterized a lot of Varney's more terrible life choices -- he'd said it and then been flooded by a vast horrible wave of terror that had tightened his fingers on the wheel and lifted all the little hairs on the back of his neck -- and the moment when she had not said no, where she had -- smiled at Varney, the way she smiled sometimes that made him feel as if all the insides of his bones were glowing warm -- she'd smiled and she'd said yes and that meant, didn't it, that meant that oh God, could this actually happen? To him?” ProposalMarriage ProposalWill You Marry Me Book:Grave Importance Source: Grave Importance