My Hallway" remarked Lord Akeldama,"Has never seen such lively action. And That, my sugarplums, is saying something!
Gail CarrigerI miss him, my lady.โ โWell, he is now living adjacent. You can hardly miss him all that much.โ โTrue. But we are no longer compatibleโI am a werewolf; he is a vampire.โ โSo?โ โSo we cannot dance the same dance we used to.โ Biffy was so sweet when he tried to be circumspect. Alexia shook her head at him. โBiffy, and I mean this in the kindest way possible: then you should change the music.โ โVery good, my lady.
Gail CarrigerShe sifted, sighed, and stared up at the ceiling, trying to think about anything but Lord Maccoon, her current predicament, or Lord Akeldama's safety. Which meant she could do nothing but reflect on the complex plight of her mama's more recent embroidery project. Thins, in itself, was a worse torture than any her captors could devise.
Gail Carriger