“His knees wedged between her thighs, spreading them, so he could rest his cock at her entrance.
"That's a start, but it isn't enough. I want the whole package, Addison, your body is a beautiful safe, hiding your heart, but I won't be happy until I know the combination to reach it.”
Source: Jingle My Snowballs
“Yanking wildly, he freed them both of clothing and scorched her knees with his hot hands and drew them apart. With his lips on her throat and his hands on her breasts, he entered her.
"Wait," she said even as she wrapped her arms around him. "I'm not on birth control," she informed him.
"Good, I want my child inside of you." He bit her shoulder, then pumped hard into her to enjoy her slick heat.”
Source: Jingle My Snowballs
“It was true, he never met a woman, he couldn't please and he knew she would be no different.”
Source: Jingle My Snowballs
“CATHERINE: I can’t write from Diana’s point of view.
MARY: Of course you can. You’re a writer; you can write anything. Just find your inner Diana.
CATHERINE: I don’t have an inner Diana.
DIANA: Ha! You wish. Everyone has an inner Diana.”
Source: The Strange Case of the Alchemist's Daughter
“BEATRICE: Do you truly not know who he was? Mr. Dorian Gray, the lover of Mr. Oscar Wilde, who was sent to Reading Gaol for—well, for holding opinions that society does not approve of! For believing in beauty, and art, and love. What guilt and remorse he must feel, for causing the downfall of the greatest playwright of the age! It was Mr. Gray’s dissolute parties, the antics of his hedonistic friends, that exposed Mr. Wilde to scandal and opprobrium. No wonder he has fallen prey to the narcotic.
MARY: Or he could just like opium. He didn’t seem particularly remorseful, Bea.
JUSTINE: Mr. Gray is not what society deems him to be. He has been greatly misunderstood. He assures me that he had no intention of harming Mr. Wilde.
MARY: He would say that.
CATHERINE: Can we not discuss the Wilde scandal in the middle of my book? You’re going to get it banned in Boston, and such other puritanical places.”
Source: The Sinister Mystery of the Mesmerizing Girl
“MARY: Are our readers going to know what the Athena Club is?
CATHERINE: They will if they read the first two books! Which they should, and I hope if they are reading this volume and have not read the previous ones, they will go right out and purchase them. Two shillings each, a bargain at the price!”
Source: The Sinister Mystery of the Mesmerizing Girl
“BEATRICE: They are the clothing of the New Woman. They are meant not to be feminine, but practical.
CATHERINE: On women they look like men’s clothing, on men they look like women’s clothing. That’s where the New Woman meets the Dandy.
BEATRICE: Why is it necessary to categorize people in that fashion? Why can we not all wear whatever we wish, whatever is useful and aesthetically pleasing? I believe that someday we shall all wear garments that are light and of a pleasing texture, easy to put on and take off. At the same time, they will express the aspirations of the spirit. They will be like the garments of the Greeks, both graceful and functional. Why can we not dress in such a fashion now?
MRS. POOLE: Because this is England, and you would all catch your deaths of cold.”
Source: The Sinister Mystery of the Mesmerizing Girl
“MARY: My wrath! When do I ever get wrathful?
CATHERINE: It’s your particular kind of wrath. You don’t shout—you just get precise and icy.
MARY: That’s not wrath. I don’t think that counts as wrath.
DIANA: It’s Mary wrath. Your particular kind, as Cat said. Not that I’m scared of it, mind you. But it’s worse than being shouted at.
MARY: I have no idea what either of you are talking about. Alice, am I ever wrathful?
ALICE: Well, yes, actually. If you don’t mind my saying so, miss. When you learned what the Order of the Golden Dawn had done to me and Mr. Holmes—
CATHERINE: Oh no, you don’t! We have chapters to go before you can talk about that. Really, not one of you has any idea of narrative timing.”
Source: The Sinister Mystery of the Mesmerizing Girl
“BEATRICE: You make me sound so dramatic, Catherine!
CATHERINE: Well, you are dramatic, with your long black hair and the clear olive complexion that marks you a daughter of the sunny south, of Italy, land of poetry and brigands. You would be the perfect romantic heroine, if only you weren’t so contrary about it.
BEATRICE: But I have no desire to be a romantic heroine.
MARY: Brigands? Seriously, Cat, this isn’t the eighteenth century. Nowadays Italy is perfectly civilized.”
Source: European Travel for the Monstrous Gentlewoman
“MARY: How in the world are our readers going to know who Miss Jenks is? She was only in the first book.
CATHERINE: Then they should go back and read the first book. It’s only two shillings, at bookshops and train stations. I would have mentioned that, but you told me to stop advertising!”
Source: European Travel for the Monstrous Gentlewoman