Scotsmen, she had occasion to observe, often did have nice knees. Perhaps that was why they insisted upon kilts.

Stop playing verbal games with me, madam, or I shall go out into that ballroom, find your mother, and bring her here

A vampire, like a lady, never reveals his true age.

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

Later on Lady Maccon was to describe that particular day as the worst of her life. She had neither the soul nor the romanticism to consider childbirth magical or emotionally transporting. So far as she could gather it mostly involved pain indignity and mess. There was nothing engaging or appealing about the process. And as she told her husband firmly she intended never to go through it again.

The Gamma paused. “You have a crazed werewolf in your wine cellar?” “You can think of a better place to stash him?” “What about the wine?