I have died and gone to the land of bad novels.

How ghastly for her, people actually thinking, with their brains, and right next door. Oh, the travesty of it all.

Alphas simply did not grovel; arrogance was part of the job description.

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

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.

If there is gossip to be garnered, garner it. If there are new dress styles to be imitated, imitate them. If there are hearts to be broken, break them. That's my girls.

Lord Maccon, might we have words on the proper tying of a cravat? For my sanity’s sake? Lord Maccon was nonplussed. Professor Lyall, on the other hand, was pained. “I do what I can.” Lord Akeldama looked at him, pity in his eyes. “You are a brave man.