And I find perfect beauty excessively boring, don't you?

Professor Braithwope, shimmering out of his room fully clothed and dapper. His mustache was a fluffy caterpillar of curiosity, perched and ready to inquire, dragging the vampire along behind it on the investigation.

Ah, Ivy, thought Alexia happily, spreading a verbal fog wherever she goes.

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

I had a recent delivery of new fashion plates from Paris, and you hardly glanced at the hairstyles. My husband tells me you are still having difficulty controlling the change. And your cravat has been tied very simply of late, even for evening events.

Oh, Professor Lyall, are you making a funny? It doesn’t suit you.” The sandy-haired Beta gave Lady Maccon a dour look. “I am exploring new personality avenues.” “Well, stop it.” “Yes, my lady.

His eyes are peculiar. There is nothing in them, like an eclair without the cream filling. It's wrong, lack of cream.