Dirigibles were all well and good if one wanted to waft about the countryside, taking in views. Gavin wanted his tea. And not to have to kill Lady Villentia. But tea first. The.
Your daughter would like to know if you are still going insane, dear.” Paw considered this. “I’ve been married to your mother for over two decades. You might allow me certain dispensation for eccentricity.
I have died and gone to the land of bad novels,” was Squire Loontwill’s response. “I am ill-equipped to cope with such an occurrence.
Well, I am terribly concerned for your health. One simply should not weigh so much at your age.” Lady Maccon poked at a sagging carrot and wondered if anyone would miss her dear sister were she to be oh-so-gently tipped over the rail of the upper deck.
Strange place, that overseas land, where religion and wealth did the talking and history and age held so little sway.
He figured someday he might win an argument with this extraordinary woman, but clearly today was not that day. “Did.
Even if she’d known what to do with a man, how did one tempt another woman?
Good-bye, my lord,” he said, meaning it this time. Because that smell would always be there now. Because it would be the last time he said “my lord” to any vampire. Because under lost love and changed identities was one ineffable fact more vital than the horror of that smell – every fiber in Biffy’s werewolf knew he was no servant to this man anymore. And never would be again.
He shook his head, glanced at Alexia in shock, let go of her bottom, stared at his own hand as though accusing it of independent action, and then looked thoroughly ashamed of himself.
Consider the necessary, analyze the consequences, clean up the mess.
Oh my goodness, are those kilts? I’ve never seen them outside the history books. They are an appealing fashion statement, aren’t they?” Rue could not help but agree–after all, how often did one get to admire a gentleman’s knees in polite society?
I hate missing everything. That’s why I want to marry well and be a grand lady. Then I can host all the parties, all the time, and see everything that is going on always. How can you stand not knowing?
There was no way she was staying trapped with tea at a time like this.
Tonight I crash an airship. On purpose.
Professor Braithwope was undergoing a very dangerous test indeed. For queen and country, the potentate had said. For science, Sophronia thought.
Can you imagine... the detrimental effect on your marriage prospects, to be found unchaperoned in a library with a dead vampire!
I’m Scottish,” as if that would explain everything. The duke nodded, as if it did. “Yes, well, we can’t all be from the right side of the country. Would.
At least with men, one always knew where they were located, great yelling, galumphing creatures that they were. She.
Cats liked to occupy liminal spaces: both inside and outside, both tame and wild, both yawn and meow.
Mortals trotted about in shoes and corsets made to limit movement, fashion for prey.