His eyes are peculiar. There is nothing in them, like an eclair without the cream filling. It's wrong, lack of cream.

Alexia figured, delightedly, that this meant he did, in fact, tend to traipse around his private apartments in the altogether. Marriage was becoming more and more of an attractive prospect.

Alexia abhorred hypocrisy, especially when munitions were involved.

I am rather fond of ladybugs. They are so delightfully hemispherical.

Lord Maccon was built like a brick outhouse, with opinions twice as unmoving and often equally full of crap.

As with most things in life, Lady Maccon preferred the civilized exterior to the dark underbelly (with the exception of pork products, of course.)

Ah, Ivy, thought Alexia happily, spreading a verbal fog wherever she goes.