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.

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

I never gossip. I observe. And then relay my observations to practically everyone.

He dinna act like an Alpha." "He does in some areas.

Uh, my lord, I am not actually food. You do realize this, yes?

Madame Lefoux shrugged. "I do not know about that, my lady. I mean to say, one's life is one thing; one's technology is an entirely different matter.

...Tunstell was not what one could describe as call subtle. His flaming red hair bobbed up with each pointed and articulated footstep as though he were some cloaked Gothic villain creeping across a stage.