His eyes were jet-colored circles of perpetual disapproval.
Who doesn’t want an exploding wicker chicken?
Really, Alexia, what could have possessed you to attach yourself to the side of the ship in such a juvenile fashion? It is positively barnacle-like.
A vampire, like a lady, never reveals his true age.
You do realise modern social mores exist for a reason?" "I was hungry, allowances should be made.
I Preserve the nonviable embryo in formaldehyde for future study. Lord Maccon has been drinking my samples. When confronted, he admitted to be enjoying both the refreshing beverage and the 'crunchy pickled snack' as well. I was not pleased" (Professor Lyall to Madame Lefoux)