Rail is such an undignified way to travel. All that rapid racing about. Floating has so much more gravitas.

Lyall had spent centuries nibbling about the great layered cake that was polite society while Lord Akeldama acted the part of the frosting on its top.

What’s that?” she asked the girl, wrinkling her nose. “Oh, that? That’s just Pillover.” “And what’s a pillover, when it’s at home?” “My little brother.” “Ah, I commiserate. I have several of my own. Dashed inconvenient, brothers.

You are about as covert as a sledgehammer.

...you have been fraternizing with warewolves overmuch! Military men can be terribly bad for one's verbal concatenation!

Why? I mean, why you? I can perfectly comprehend not liking my husband. I dislike him intensely most of the time.” Professor Lyall stifled a chuckle. “I am given to understand that he does not approve of spelling one’ s name with two ll’s. He finds it inexcusably Welsh. I suspect he may be quite taken with you, however.

Alexia,” she hissed to her friend, “there are knees positively everywhere. What do I do?