It must be said, however, that large hairy men ill-suited pink ruffles. It was like seeing a mastiff in an ostrich feather boa.
And so, for the first time, a gentleman is throwing me over. How unexpected. What sensation does this engender in me? Am I saddened? Is my heart crushed? No, that’s more likely hunger. It’s been ages since luncheon. Oh well.
The stars were vast and twinkling with savage cheer above them, and the sea was a vast and satin-rich bed of cruelty below. Primrose shivered at her own fancy, but there was something about the wide emptiness that terrorised. I suppose I am nothing if not a creature of cities with bustling streets and cosy hearths. This vastness is not for me. And I am not for it.
How did we go from tea to death so quickly?
Their conversation was a flow of erudite commentary, moist with the syrup of a superior education. She.
Tea is her answer to everything. I once broke my arm and she tried to give me Lapsang Souchong.
While her own taste was, frankly, pedestrian, Lady Maccon did enjoy seeing what all the peacocks had arranged to drape themselves with. In the better parts of London, one could run into almost anything: the latest evening gowns from Paris, floating dresses to the extremes of practicality from the Americas, and the fullest, most complex cravat ties imaginable. One could witness a veritable cornucopia of visual delights merely by driving through the crowded streets. If.
She’d had it painted, and planted, and primped, and festooned, and draped to within an inch of its very long life. But it was asking too much of the poor thing. The result was something akin to dressing a bulldog up like an opera dancer. Underneath the tulle, it was still a bowlegged bulldog.
I could practically hear her thoughts sliding about in her head, like water over pebbles. Very slow water over very large pebbles.
Trust me, darling, it is never a good idea to have too many queens in one place, let alone one palace.” “To.
Can’t you tell from the hair and the cheekbones? Humans don’t grow that beautiful. Not outside of Denmark, anyway.
Knowing Miss Hisselpenny’s constitution, if the mummy were gruesome enough, dinner might just be revisited.
The burden of a spy, Lord Akeldama always said, was not in the knowing of things but in knowing when to tell such things to others.
Vampires hated to lose blood – it was troublesome to replace and always left a stain.
So this pesto I enjoy so much is really an infamous Italian antisupernatural weapon?′ Alexia turned accusing dark eyes on Madame Lefoux. ‘Yet there is no pesto in my parasol armament. I think we ought to rectify that immediately.
Perhaps to the north? I hear Scotland is lovely this time of year.” “Are you barmy? Scotland is wholly abysmal this time of year.
She felt, in fact, very absent from herself. Adrift, as if nothing might bring her back again. Not even tea.
Percy was struck by a flight of fancy, imagining Arsenic in his lap, with Footnote on top of both of them. A tangle of limbs and books and cat and comfort. He was startled by the depth of his own yearning.
Please come sit in a chair with me in my library and don’t talk too much and when you do speak, say something smart? If we’re lucky the cat will sit on top of us.
Soap looked pale. Sophronia hadn’t thought that possible. Normally her Soap was dark as Christmas cake and just as full of nutty goodness. He seemed flat and empty now.