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“Love makes a mess of things, doesn't it?' he said, as though he was speaking to himself. 'People are always falling in love with the wrong people. It happens over and over. It would be so much simpler if . . .”
― Ashley Weaver, Murder at the Brightwell

“We looked into one another's eyes, and I think we both knew in that instant that the past was behind us. We could never be to each other what we had been once.”
― Ashley Weaver, Murder at the Brightwell

“Well, one can't stop love, can one?”
― Ashley Weaver, Murder at the Brightwell

“I stared at the list, as though willing the murderer's name to appear in red letters before my eyes. I felt I was so close to discovering something, if only I could find the right link, some bit of information that would point in the right direction. At least, that was how it worked in the mystery novels.”
― Ashley Weaver, Murder at the Brightwell

“The letter wasn't at all in Milo's style. He would have issued a much more elegant threat on vastly superior stationery.”
― Ashley Weaver, Murder at the Brightwell

“In the novels, it always seemed best to keep the suspect talking. Inevitably, help would arrive. I really held out no hope for such an opportune occurrence, but it seemed the best course of action would be to distract her until I could determine what to do.”
― Ashley Weaver, Murder at the Brightwell

“He waved a hand. 'Never mind. It doesn't matter. Perhaps I did look guilty there for a while. In any event, it was interesting being the prime suspect for a moment or two.'

'If only we'd confided in one another,' I said. 'But we've never been very good at that, have we?'

'It could be worse. At least you've never tried to drown me in my bathtub.'

I let out a sound that was some cross between a laugh and a sigh. 'Do be serious, Milo.”
― Ashley Weaver, Murder at the Brightwell

“In the meantime, the porter's gone. How much time until we reach our next stop?'

I glanced at my wristwatch, an absurd fluttery feeling in my stomach. 'Nearly an hour.'

'Excellent,' he said, lowering his mouth again to mine. 'Let's make the most of it.'

And so we did.”
― Ashley Weaver, Murder at the Brightwell

“Now was not the time to reflect on the irony of facing down the barrel of a gun held by a killer for the second time in as many months.”
― Ashley Weaver, Death Wears a Mask

“This was the last thing we needed. I was sure we made quite a pair, me in my evening gown and Milo in his bloodstained shirt. 'Let's hurry to the car, Milo.' I made a move to descend the front steps, ready to push my way through the crowd, but Milo stopped me with a hand on my arm.

'Just a moment, darling.'

'What is it?'

'Let's give them something to put in the gossip columns first, shall we?' And he pulled me to him and kissed me thoroughly in the blinding glare of the flashbulbs.”
― Ashley Weaver, Death Wears a Mask

“And so we find ourselves at the scene of another murder," Milo said, coming back to the sitting area. He didn't seem much troubled by the fact, for he lit another cigarette and settled back into his chair. I couldn't help but think that he looked particularly content.”
― Ashley Weaver, The Essence of Malice

“You haven't forgotten that we're having dinner with the Belangers this evening?" I asked.

"Of course not," he said. "I am hoping that one of them will let slip that they killed their father and we can lay the thing to rest.”
― Ashley Weaver, The Essence of Malice

“André had confirmed what I already knew. First, the motives for Helios Belanger's death were plentiful. Second, my husband was an absolute wretch.”
― Ashley Weaver, The Essence of Malice

“Life is an adventure to be certain," Milo replied. "Especially if one has a nose for trouble. Isn't that right, my perceptive darling?"

Sometimes one could have too much adventure. I was suddenly very weary of this holiday. It would be nice to get back to England, to rest at Thornecrest and enjoy our London flat. I was ready to go home.

"Can we go back to London at once?" I asked Milo.

"Very well, darling." He came to me and pulled me into his arms. "But let's not start packing just yet."

I looked up at him smiling. "You don't mind us going home? I know how much you love your nights spent running wild in Paris."

"Je n'aime que toi, ma chérie," he murmured, leaning to kiss me.

Emile seemed to appreciate the sentiment for he screeched loudly, clapping his paws together with approval and smacking his lips.

Milo glanced at the monkey with an annoyed sigh.

"That will do, Emile. You've been most helpful, but I'm afraid I've had enough of your interference for one day."

And then he swept me up into his arms and carried me to the bedroom, kicking the door firmly closed behind us.”
― Ashley Weaver, The Essence of Malice

“So what happened . . . with Rupert?' I asked at last. I was genuinely curious. If I were to be murdered tonight by a deranged killer, I should hate to do it with questions still lingering in my mind.”
― Ashley Weaver, Murder at the Brightwell

“Lord Dunmore reacted as though he was caught removing another man's wife's stocking every evening. Then again, perhaps he was.”
― Ashley Weaver, Death Wears a Mask

“It certainly wasn't my fault people went about getting themselves killed wherever I happened to be.”
― Ashley Weaver, Death Wears a Mask

“Milo might be willing to spend his time in Paris out gallivanting, but I had a mystery to solve.”
― Ashley Weaver, The Essence of Malice

“Darling, don't you think we've played detective long enough tonight?" Milo protested as we got out of the cab.”
― Ashley Weaver, The Essence of Malice