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“Cilla . . . a dolorous memory”
― India Holton, The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels

“Alexander O’Riley . . . a dangerous Irish pirate (and concerned chum)”
― India Holton, The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels

“Teddy Luxe . . . a fencing master with provocative hips”
― India Holton, The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels

“The ghost of Emily Brontë . . . alleged”
― India Holton, The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels

“Italian,” Cecilia said, disappointment withering each syllable. “You need to be a bit older before you can attract a proper assassin, my dear,” Miss Darlington advised from the interior.”
― India Holton, The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels

“I venture to guess Signor de Luca has never yet killed any creature greater than a fly.”
― India Holton, The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels

“A real assassin would hire a sensible tailor. And a barber. And would not attempt to murder someone five minutes before luncheon.”
― India Holton, The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels

“one does not want to encourage the younger generation too much, lest they lose sight of their proper place: under one’s thumb.”
― India Holton, The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels

“Granted, she did fly that bookshop into the Serpentine when they told her they didn’t stock any Dickens novels, but that only shows a praiseworthy enthusiasm for literature.”
― India Holton, The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels

“Crash! The two women looked over at the window as it shattered. A grenade tumbled onto the carpet. Cecilia expelled a sigh of tedium. She snapped the book shut, wended her way through the furnishings, pulled back the drapes, and deposited the grenade through the broken windowpane onto the terrace, where it exploded in a flash of burning light, brick shards, and fluttering lavender buds.”
― India Holton, The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels

“Alathea continuing on in robust health to maraud the coastline for several more years before losing a skirmish with Lord Vesbry’s pet alligator while holidaying in the South of France.”
― India Holton, The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels

“Even so, she’d tried all she could to smooth troubled waters. But Darlington had rudely persisted in avoiding the knife (and gun, poison, rabid dog, fall from a great height, garrote, flaming arrow).”
― India Holton, The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels

“That was back in the good old days, down at the docks and along the golden shores, when the Wisteria Society still met regularly to discuss knitting patterns and the latest explosives catalog.”
― India Holton, The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels

“A town house was simply too light; no doubt some castle or cathedral would better contain the forces of her great intellect. Besides, she’d always fancied having one of those portcully thingies at her front door.”
― India Holton, The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels

“(the same ring with each marriage, for while husbands were easily discarded, a really nice ring, flattering to the finger, was not).”
― India Holton, The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels

“Two roads diverged in a yellow-wallpapered room, and we pirates took the better one,”
― India Holton, The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels

“But the worst villains of all were the insurance companies and bodyguard services who made a fortune off an anxious public. And none of this even began to touch upon real estate agents. A nefarious lot, they were forever trying to steal the flight incantation so they could sell houses based on “location, location, and location.”
― India Holton, The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels

“that’s enough history for today. Come and learn how to kill someone with a teaspoon.”
― India Holton, The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels

“The circular window in its gable, curtained with lace that had been spun by a convent of elderly Irish nuns made mad by the haunting pagan song of selkies, could dilate open for the deployment of cannons without affecting the window box of petunias set beneath.”
― India Holton, The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels

“I shall be nothing more overt than a silence, a shifting of the air perhaps gently scented with lilacs, when I come again into your presence. You will see only the knife I leave in your rib cage. Just who shall assassinate whom, Captain Charming Ned Flirting Lightbourne?”
― India Holton, The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels

“We have only three laws in our Society, Cecilia. No killing civilians. Pour the tea before the milk. And no stealing each other’s houses.”
― India Holton, The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels

“It is violence that best overcomes hate, vengeance that most certainly heals injury, and a good cup of tea that soothes the most anguished soul”; thus ran the motto of the Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels.”
― India Holton, The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels

“(After all, the Wisteria Ladies’ Junior Division motto was: “Ours not to reason why, ours but to do and hopefully the other person dies.”)”
― India Holton, The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels

“Half of what I’m wearing is unmentionable. Suffice it to say, if you were dressed as a woman, you would understand the impossibility of going to bed in your clothes.”
― India Holton, The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels

“I am not drunk, sir. I am in full possession of my flaccidities.” He raised an eyebrow. “Your faculties?” “As I said. Come now, a gentleman would help.” “But not mention that he was helping?” “Essact—Ezast—Yes.”
― India Holton, The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels

“The buttons keep moving.”
― India Holton, The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels

“Charming man, shame she would have to assassinate him one day soon.”
― India Holton, The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels

“Cecilia remained calm, impassive, undisturbed by fears for her aunt or disgust for her dinner companion. Some other woman in the room kept laughing, then weeping, dropping cutlery, then almost falling out of the chair trying to retrieve it, and at one point flinging a piece of duck off her fork halfway across the room while arguing a point about Hiawatha. Cecilia paid her no attention. It would be unladylike to stare.”
― India Holton, The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels

“No one would help steal the houses of their fellow Society members,” Cecilia insisted. He gave her an amused frown. “Why not? Half of you are trying to assassinate the other half.” “That’s different.”
― India Holton, The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels

“Yes?” The question was a smiling whisper that made her toes curl and her wits duck for cover. But if she answered, telling him in no uncertain words to stop what he was doing, she’d be utterly, linguistically compromised and would have to marry him.”
― India Holton, The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels

“A lady stays tranquil and poised under all circumstances. Instead of panicking, she squares her jaw, protects her heart, and ensures that she has enough ammunition to gun down everyone in her path. I say, is this glazed ham?”
― India Holton, The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels

“when she had curled up with her head on his lap to sleep, he’d felt nothing but adoration for her (literally: his legs went numb within half an hour and remained that way all night).”
― India Holton, The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels

“Be careful,” he advised in a low voice. “Watch out for flying toast. And if she asks you to pull her finger, don’t. Just—really don’t.”
― India Holton, The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels

“Everyone knew about Morvath’s hatred of the Darlington clan, which was equaled only by his hatred of the Bassingthwaite clan, his adopted family the Morvath clan, the Hanoverian clan currently represented by Queen Victoria, the Chapman and Hall publishing clan, and the company that made those caramel cream profiteroles that ended up tasting like fish.”
― India Holton, The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels

“I’m not sure what astonishes me most,” Cecilia replied, “that we didn’t think of it, or that a man on his own actually asked for directions.”
― India Holton, The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels

“My dear,” she whispered. “Some advice from a long-married woman: every time he speaks, close your eyes and think of England.”
― India Holton, The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels

“Nothing is easier than to admit the truth of the universal struggle to find a good parking space.”
― India Holton, The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels

“You are a scoundrel,” she whispered furiously. “Yes,” he agreed. “I’m thinking of starting a Society of Gentlemen Scoundrels.” “You’re millennia too late. It already exists and is called the patriarchy.”
― India Holton, The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels