She filed the image away as an excellent and insulting question to ask the earl at an utterly inappropriate future moment.

I believe there is a considerable range in the bang of most guns.

Sophronia was minding her own business and running late to luncheon, as was her custom. She'd let to learn the advantage of punctuality. As she told Sister Mattie the third time she was late to household potions and poisons, nothing interesting happened until after an event commenced.

Alphas simply did not grovel; arrogance was part of the job description.

What do you want?" Sophronia was moved to exasperation. "Me? Stockings and breeches to come back in fashion. I do miss seeing a man's calves.

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

Which was why, some six hours later, Alexia Maccon's daughter was born inside the head of an octomaton in the presence of her husband, a comatose werewolf dandy, and a French inventor.