He is clearly bookish. I did not follow a single word of their conversation at dinner last night, not one jot of it. He must be bookish.

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

The ill-informed masses included her own family among their ranks, a family that specialized in being both inconvenient and asinine.

Lyall had spent centuries nibbling about the great layered cake that was polite society while Lord Akeldama acted the part of the frosting on its top.

As if being a former vampire drone in a werewolf household were not shocking enough, the maid then opened her mouth and proved that she was also, quite reprehensibly, French.

Felicity grimaced in agreement. “No, you are perfectly correct. I did not realize how vital the approbation of one’s butler is in allowing for nocturnal autonomy.

You do realise modern social mores exist for a reason?" "I was hungry, allowances should be made.