How ghastly for her, people actually thinking, with their brains, and right next door. Oh, the travesty of it all.

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

Steampunk is...the love child of Hot Topic and a BBC costume drama

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

He...boasted an unassuming mustache, which was perched atop his upper lip cautiously, as though it were slightly embarrassed to be there and would like to slide away and become a sideburn or something more fashionable.

She sifted, sighed, and stared up at the ceiling, trying to think about anything but Lord Maccoon, her current predicament, or Lord Akeldama's safety. Which meant she could do nothing but reflect on the complex plight of her mama's more recent embroidery project. Thins, in itself, was a worse torture than any her captors could devise.

Ah, Lady Maccon, how lovely. I did wonder when you would track us down.” “I was unavoidably delayed by husbands and Ivys,” explained Alexia. “These things, regrettably, are bound to occur when one is married and befriended.