Waiting. That’s always what being a spy comes down to, isn’t it?
Embee, Tess Embers.
“Mr. Bradshaw was, in a way, my second father. I trusted him and wanted to make him proud. But that day, as I lowered myself to the ground in shock, it was hard to believe I was staring up at the sa...”
“I'd grown to trust Mr. Bradshaw, even though he was the one who had taught me how to lie. Not to mention the day he lectured me on how to get close to someone to find out the truth about them, as i...”
“Rosalie had never been one to question or accuse, just to forgive -- but I guess everyone had their limits when it came to tolerance levels, and Id crossed the line.”
“I was going to die. I was going to die, right now, right here, before I even had a chance to thoroughly apologize to anyone for what Id done...before I had a chance to forgive myself. I wasnt even ...”
“I tried to blink back the tears that just kept coming. Eventually, I gave up and let my sight be obscured.”
“Im fine. Im at an antique store, by the clothes store just a mile or so from- Which clothes store, Tess? If you havent noticed, there are about a million.”
“And, with much of Europe occupied by Nazi Germany, and Mussolini's armies in Albania, on the Greek frontier, one wasn't sure what came next. So, don't trust the telephone. Or the newspapers. Or the...”
“Waiting. Thats always what being a spy comes down to, isnt it?”
“People don't like to wait for words, they want the words to wait for them.”
“Ive learned that waiting is the most difficult bit, and I want to get used to the feeling, knowing that youre with me, even when youre not by my side.”
“The universe is full of magical things, patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.”