But I don't want to be a vampire drone.' Sophronia winced. 'They'll suck my blood and make me wear only the very latest fashions.

Poetry can cause irreparable harm when misapplied

They decided the mummy would be unwrapped, for the titillation of the ladies, just after dinner.

Here, I stole it for you. Why don’t you tell me what it’s for.” “Aw, Sophronia, how thoughtful. You brought me a present!

Stop playing verbal games with me, madam, or I shall go out into that ballroom, find your mother, and bring her here

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

Uh, my lord, I am not actually food. You do realize this, yes?