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Someone was trying to kill Lady Alexia Maccon. It was most inconvenient, as she was in a dreadful hurry.
The redhead looked back and forth between them with dread in her eyes. Oh, dear, scheming. I was afraid this would happen if we got chummy again.
If left together for too long, the two of them might actually take over the civilized world, through sheer application of snide remarks.
She took a moment to lament her lack of parasol. Every time she left the house, she felt keenly the absence of her heretofore ubiquitous accessory.
Falling out of the sky was one thing, but doing so for unknown reasons was quite unacceptable. Having
Really, Channing," remonstrated Alexia, "did you have to eat the man's dog? I am convinced you will experience terrible indigestion.
Perhaps to the north? I hear Scotland is lovely this time of year." "Are you barmy? Scotland is wholly abysmal this time of year.
Really, Sophronia, it makes me most uncomfortable how you manage to sort everything out every time I faint.
My sister is a woman of mean understanding," explained Lady Maccon apologetically.
"And what are you?" asked Sedheag.
"Oh, I am simply mean.
"And what are you?" asked Sedheag.
"Oh, I am simply mean.
Your father, madam, was fully cremated. I made absolutely certain."
Alexia swallowed silently and then said fervently, "Thank you, Floote.
Alexia swallowed silently and then said fervently, "Thank you, Floote.
Knives can be quite useful to a lady of quality. Swords are for men; they are too easily caught in the skirts.
These feelings you engender in me, my lord, are most indelicate. You should stop causing them immediately.
What do you want?" Sophronia was moved to exasperation.
"Me? Stockings and breeches to come back in fashion. I do miss seeing a man's calves.
"Me? Stockings and breeches to come back in fashion. I do miss seeing a man's calves.
He wants to know why my marks aren't better. Why I don't speak fluent French. Why I can't kill a fully grown man with a nutcracker.
Trust me, darling, it is never a good idea to have too many queens in one place, let alone one palace." "To
I never read if I can help it. It is terribly bad for the eyes. And it causes one's forehead to wrinkle most horribly, just there.
Sidheag, you think like a predator.' The Lady of Kingair glowed in pleasure. 'Thank you very much, Sophronia. What a nice thing to say.
As a general rule, Lord Maccon appreciated a voluptuous woman. He liked a bit of meat on the female form, more to grab on to - and more to chew off.
Alexia was rather strapping. He preferred her that way. Undersized women reminded him of yippy dogs.
She ought to remember to stay on her guard, for it was when an illegal activity became easy that one was most at risk of exposure.
Everyone's secrets are coming to light tonight, thought Sophronia, wondering how she had missed this little facet of inter-teacher dynamics.
Felicity was horrible and snide, but then Felicity had been a repulsive earwig ever since she first grew a vocabulary.
I'm a Reuben kinda girl, but I'll take a BLT with avocado in a red hot minute if it comes on ciabatta.
She also had a French accent, which hundreds of years of animosity had trained nice young Englishwomen to suspect as evil.
How did we go from tea to death so quickly?" wondered Quesnel. "Sometimes," said Prim darkly, "there is a very fine line between the two." "There's
In the end you'll have to cede to Lord Mersey. He's too much of a peer, you understand? And a bit of a prick as well.
Occasionally, if I am very confident in the establishment, I'll risk an egg salad on Dutch crunch, but I must be very confident indeed.
One could not blame a people for disliking vampires. Vampires were like brussels sprouts - not for everyone and impossible to improve upon with sauce.
But there is a sign!" objected Primrose in semi-shock. "A sign indicating pets aren't permitted. Really, some people.
I like certain subgenres within science fiction and fantasy, and one of those is urban fantasy, and another is steampunk.
Alexia, did you know there is an entire regiment decamping on your front lawn?
Laddy Maccon sighed. Really, Ivy, I would never have noticed.
Laddy Maccon sighed. Really, Ivy, I would never have noticed.
I consider science fiction and fantasy my genre. And I've noticed over the years that there doesn't tend to be a lot of lighthearted, comedic stuff.
Knowing Miss Hisselpenny's constitution, if the mummy were gruesome enough, dinner might just be revisited.
I like to spoof the original Gothic classics, so there is also good dose of comedy in the 'Parasol Protectorate' - giggling readers are good.
Scotsmen, she had occasion to observe, often did have nice knees. Perhaps that was why they insisted upon kilts.
Lord Maccon looked up. "Grovel, you say?"
Lyall did not glance away from the latest vampire report he was perusing. "Grovel, my lord.
Lyall did not glance away from the latest vampire report he was perusing. "Grovel, my lord.
Floote, what is going on? Do they think I
am contagious? Should I assure them I was
born with a nose this size?
am contagious? Should I assure them I was
born with a nose this size?
Felix ran his hands through his dark hair, sounding like a resigned maiden aunt. 'It'll all end in tears and coal dust, you see if it doesn't.
He was awfully good at being aristocratic. Alexia, on the other hand, was only good at being autocratic. Not quite the same thing.
Please don't. When you think about things, Sophronia, they only get more complicated. This thing between us could be so very easy, if you let it.
Ah, no, deployment was delayed after you left. Technical difficulties."
"Oh?"
"Yes, it was technically difficult to leave a heartbroken Alpha.
"Oh?"
"Yes, it was technically difficult to leave a heartbroken Alpha.
Great, Alexia thought, I have gone from soul sucker to electrical ground. The epithets just get sweeter and sweeter.
Well, you are a werewolf, Scottish, naked, and covered in blood, and I am still holding your hand." He
How ghastly for her, people actually thinking, with their brains, and right next door. Oh, the travesty of it all.
He wore a tweed suit, of all horrible things, and a cravat tied with such carelessness it was almost as much a sin as his actions.
Highland werewolves had a reputation for doing atrocious and highly unwarranted *things*, like wearing smoking jackets to the dinner table.