Felicity Montague Quotes

“How can you know that if you've never had anyone?"

"How do you know you want to?" I reply. "I've never drunk octopus ink, but I don't feel the need to. Or like I'm missing anything in not having tasted it.”
― Mackenzi Lee, The Lady's Guide to Petticoats and Piracy

“I do not want to know things, I want to understand things. I want to answer every question ever posed me. I want to leave no room for anyone to doubt me.”
― Mackenzi Lee, The Lady's Guide to Petticoats and Piracy

“Mythology is all shite anyway,' she says. 'It never has stories about people like us. I'd rather write my own legends, or be the story someone else looks to one day, build a strong foundation for those who follow us.”
― Mackenzi Lee, The Lady's Guide to Petticoats and Piracy

“...Here, let me see. Stop rubbing it so I can -"
He wicks his hand away from his eye just as I lean, and his elbow collides with the side of my face, hard enough that I'm knocked sideways. I try to grab the bedpost, but my hands are so slippery that Islide right off, and crash to the floor, my head connecting painfully with the corner of the drawer I left open. The bottle of oil falls off the edge and shatters into a soupy, amber pool.
"What happened! Are you alright?"
Percy's got one eye open but blinking frantically, hand extended blindly to me.
"I'm fine!"
I touch the back of my head, and it comes back damp and red.
"No, wait, I'm bleeding."
"You're bleeding!?" He yelps.
"It's fine! "
"It's clearly not if you're bleeding."
I can feel a trickle down the back of my neck, and I clap a hand against it, like I can force the blood to stay inside me if I just press tightly enough.
"It's fine!"
My wrist is wet, and I look just as a drizzle of blood courses down my arm into the crook of my elbow.
"God, this is really bleeding!"
My vision swims, and when I reach to steady myself I put my hand straight into the oily puddle of lineament, and I crash backward onto the floor.
Percy tries to come to my aid, but with one eye closed, he misjudges were he places his foot and steps on me. I screech and he slips and he slips, one leg tangled up in the sheets, and then suddenly the bedroom door bangs opens and there's Scipio. I scream and Percy screams and Scipio lets loud a horrified gurgle, and then Felicity appears behind him in the doorway, claps her hands over her eyes, tries to run with her hands still covered, and slips in one of the dripping puddles we left on the stairs. Her feet go out from under her, and she lands flat on her back at the top of the stairs, hands still valiantly clapped over her eyes, which rather ruins it all.”
― Mackenzi Lee, The Gentleman’s Guide to Getting Lucky