Conall,” “Aye, Alexia?” He looked up at her. Was that fear in his caramel eyes? “I am going to take advantage of you,” she said

[She] lost her patience, a thing she was all too prone to misplacing.

A man was attacking me with a wet handkerchief.

Classic author moment, "Oh dear, did I kill that character or not?

The bowl landed, in glorious perfection, atop the head of Mrs Barnaclegoose, who was not the kind of woman to appreciate the finer points of being crowned by trifle.

I never gossip. I observe. And then relay my observations to practically everyone.

At such close range, even she could hit a vampire full force in the shoulder, surprising him considerably. He paused in his attack. “Well, my word! You can’t threaten me, you’re pregnant!