I am entirely capable." "Of what, waddling up to someone and ruthlessly bumping into them?

She was no closer to determining who might want her dead. There were just too many possibilities.

I have died and gone to the land of bad novels.

Lord Akeldama sighed. 'You lovebirds, how will I endure such flirtations constantly in my company? How déclassé, Lord Maccon, to love your own wife.

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.

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

...you have been fraternizing with warewolves overmuch! Military men can be terribly bad for one's verbal concatenation!