Lyall understood a broken heart, but it could not be allowed to rumple perfectly good shirtwaists.

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.

Hello, princess,” said Lord Maccon to the vampire. “Got yourself into quite a pickle this time, didn't you?” Lord Akeldama looked him up and down. “My sweet young naked boy, you are hardly one to talk. Not that I mind, of course.

I do not giggle without purpose. Lady Linette says you should never misapply a giggle.

I may be a werewolf and Scottish, but despite what you may have read about both, we are not cads!

The ill-informed masses included her own family among their ranks, a family that specialized in being both inconvenient and asinine.

He was so very large and so very gruff that he rather terrified her, but he always behaved correctly in public, and there was a lot to be said for a man who sported such well-tailored jackets---even if he did change into a ferocious beast once a month.