Alexia abhorred hypocrisy, especially when munitions were involved.

No one ever explained the octopuses.

They decided the mummy would be unwrapped, for the titillation of the ladies, just after dinner.

My petal. Westminster’s toy had tea issues. Thank Biffy and Lyall. Toodle pip. A.

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

She would have colored gracefully with embarrassment had she not possessed the complexion of one of those “heathen Italians,” as her mother said, who never colored, gracefully or otherwise. (Convincing her mother that Christianity had, to all intents and purposes, originated with the Italians, thus making them the exact opposite of heathen, was a waste of time and breath.)

Conall,” “Aye, Alexia?” He looked up at her. Was that fear in his caramel eyes? “I am going to take advantage of you,” she said