Percy has a cat, named Footnote. Or as Virgil put it, Footnote has a human, named Percy.
Sister Mattie could be rather fatalistic at times; it was why she was such a good poisoning instructor. Death, felt Sister Mattie, must come to everyone in the end. Sometimes it simply required a little help.
I assure you, Lord Maccon, I am not the kind of girl to around hallucinating hedgehogs all willy-nilly. And I resent that you should think so.
It was best to assume that a non-tea drinker might, at any moment, develop refinement.
Independent thought,” emphasised Percy, “is independent thought. We cannot control the outcome. And if we try, we risk becoming the very thing we fear and are persuading him against. Evil.
Cooked sausage, up and down, halfway between cat’s tail and cricket bat. With something to make it smooth, like oil or face cream.
If she was lucky, the most strenuous endeavour she need undertake in any given day was the lifting of a teacup to her lips.
If Primrose had learned anything from her unusual childhood in a vampire hive, it was this: do not give untapped wealth and social influence to a woman whose greatest love in life is increasingly outrageous hats.
Footnote, his cat, also liked Spoo. Therefore Spoo must be a genuinely good egg. Or possibly eat a great deal of tuna. Footnote couldn’t be trusted to be entirely discriminating.
The sun was near to rising. Percy downed the last of his drink and pondered the nature of love and manipulation and ghosts and souls, confident in his own superiority in needing none of these things to be content with his life.
How many times has he taken revenge on a woman for the sins of a wife decades dead?
She also relished the fact that something had died in order for her to dress properly.
Pillover Plumleigh-Teignmott’s biggest problem was that he met the love of his life when he was twelve years of age and then spent the rest of that life misplacing her. Or more to the point, she kept intentionally misplacing herself.
Probably Phinkerlington.
And Gavin never again forgot to shave of an evening.
For x, as it turned out, equaled two.
So it proved to be the case, for some time at least.
He let the laugh puff out. “Neither. I hold back for love of waiting. Na so I might charge in later – dinna mistake my meaning. When you are ready to tell me what you wish, I will give it to you. Simple as that. Dinna fret – I work hard if you put me to the task, Lady Villentia.
As Justice would have it, we should all be so lucky as to go wafting about dramatically in a trailing nightgown on occasion.
What if I want him to throw me up against the wall and press against me with his whole body, as if he needed me to breathe?
Her heart was doing crazy things, and she still could not locate her kneecaps. She took a deep breath and put some serious attention into tracking them down.