The Gamma paused. “You have a crazed werewolf in your wine cellar?” “You can think of a better place to stash him?” “What about the wine?
Stop playing verbal games with me, madam, or I shall go out into that ballroom, find your mother, and bring her here
His eyes were jet-colored circles of perpetual disapproval.
I have died and gone to the land of bad novels.
His lordship can eat my fat—
But we were talking about me and my problems." Sophronia looked Monique up and down gravely. "I don't think we're going to solve those in the space of one carriage ride.