Lyall had spent centuries nibbling about the great layered cake that was polite society while Lord Akeldama acted the part of the frosting on its top.

Very well, Lord Maccon. If we are going to play this particular hand, would you be interested in becoming my...” “Mistress?

Alexia abhorred hypocrisy, especially when munitions were involved.

I am entirely capable." "Of what, waddling up to someone and ruthlessly bumping into them?

But I don't want to be a vampire drone.' Sophronia winced. 'They'll suck my blood and make me wear only the very latest fashions.

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

Really, Channing,” remonstrated Alexia, “did you have to eat the man’s dog? I am convinced you will experience terrible indigestion.