Why? I mean, why you? I can perfectly comprehend not liking my husband. I dislike him intensely most of the time.” Professor Lyall stifled a chuckle. “I am given to understand that he does not approve of spelling one’ s name with two ll’s. He finds it inexcusably Welsh. I suspect he may be quite taken with you, however.

Lord Maccon looked up. “Grovel, you say?” Lyall did not glance away from the latest vampire report he was perusing. “Grovel, my lord.

With a resigned shrug, she screamed and collapsed into a faint. She stayed resolutely fainted, despite the liberal application of smelling salts, which made her eyes water most tremendously, a cramp in the back of one knee, and the fact that her new ball gown was getting most awfully wrinkled.

Floote, what is going on? Do they think I am contagious? Should I assure them I was born with a nose this size?

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

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

These feelings you engender in me, my lord, are most indelicate. You should stop causing them immediately.