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

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?

A woman, even a married woman, cannot float without proper escort. It is simply not done.

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.

A vampire, like a lady, never reveals his true age.

Lord Maccon believed that if his trousers were on his legs, and something else was on his torso, he was dressed. The less done after that, the better. His wife had been startled to find that in the summertime, he actually went around their room barefoot! Once -- and only once, mind you -- he even attempted to join her for tea in such a state. Impossible man. Alexia put a stop to that posthaste.

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