I believe there is a considerable range in the bang of most guns.

Lyall understood a broken heart, but it could not be allowed to rumple perfectly good shirtwaists.

He dinna act like an Alpha." "He does in some areas.

There are words to describe her, my dear, but one does not repeat them in polite company.

What did you do?” “Well, you see, there was this pot of tea, simply sitting there…” He trailed off. “Useful thing, tea,” commented Lyall thoughtfully.

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

"My father," she admitted, "was of Italian extraction. Unfortunately, not an affliction that can be cured." She paused. "Though he did die."