Mother,โ Hyacinth said with a great show of solicitude, โyou know I love you dearlyโโ โWhy is it,โ Violet pondered, โthat I have come to expect nothing good when I hear a sentence beginning in that manner?
Julia QuinnHow do you feel?โ she asked, trying to fluff his pillow. โOther than terrible, I mean.โ He moved his head slightly to the side. It seemed to be a sickly interpretation of a shrug. โOf course youโre feeling terrible,โ she clarified, โbut is there any change? More terrible? Less terrible?โ He made no response. โThe same amount of terrible?
Julia QuinnI am going to kill you," he hissed. She gulped. "Don't you want to lecture me first?" He stared at her with a heavy dose of stupefaction. "I take that back," he said with precisely clipped words. "First I am going to strangle you, and then I am going to kill you." "Here?" she asked doubtfully, looking around. "Won't my dead body look suspicious in the morning?
Julia QuinnMiss Wynter, I think you should be the evil queen,โ Harriet said. โThereโs an evil queen?โ Daniel echoed. With obvious delight. โOf course,โ Harriet replied. โEvery good play has an evil queen.โ Frances actually raised her hand. โAnd a unโโ โDonโt say it,โ Elizabeth growled. Frances crossed her eyes, put her knife to her forehead in an approximation of a horn, and neighed.
Julia QuinnThe look Anthony shot at his sister was so comically malevolent Simon nearly laughed. He managed to restrain himself, but mostly just because he was fairly certain that any show of humor would cause Anthony's fist to lose its battle with his brain, with Simon's face emerging as the conflict's primary casualty.
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