I never gossip. I observe. And then relay my observations to practically everyone.

Alexia gave in to his demanding touch, but only, of course, because he sounded so pathetic. It had nothing, whatsoever to do with her own quickening heartbeat.

My petal. Westminster’s toy had tea issues. Thank Biffy and Lyall. Toodle pip. A.

Really, Channing,” remonstrated Alexia, “did you have to eat the man’s dog? I am convinced you will experience terrible indigestion.

The vampire's eyes were open, and he was staring at her intently. It was as though he were trying to speak to her with simply the power of a glare. Alexia did not speak glare-ish.

Rail is such an undignified way to travel. All that rapid racing about. Floating has so much more gravitas.

I suspect it may be like the difference between a drinker and an alcoholic; the one merely reads books, the other needs books to make it through the day.