How is Angeline?โ asked Dimitri. โIs she improving?โ Eddie and I exchanged glances. So much for avoiding her indiscretions. โImproving how exactly?โ I asked. โIn combat, in following the dress code, or in keeping her hands to herself?โ โOr in turning off caps-lock?โ added Eddie. โYou noticed that too?โ I asked. โHard not to,โ he said.
Richelle MeadThe ghost of a smile flickered across his lips. โYouโre always the voice of reason. Just try listening to yourself once in a while.
Richelle MeadWine's terrible for babies." Dorian swept into the sitting room to join me, elegantly arranging himself on a love seat that displayed his purple velvet robes to best effect. "Well of course it is. I'd never dream of giving wine to an infant! What do you take me for, a barbarian? But for you... well, it might go a long way to make you a little less jumpy. You've been positively unbearable to live around. "I can't have it either. It affects the babies in utero.
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