No, Lord Maccon was riproaring, tumble down, without a doubt, pickled beyond the gherkin.

I do hold very strongly that tea is better in England. There's something in the milk. They must have special cows.

Chasing ghosts while pursued by daemons...

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.

I think we seldom regret the risks we take as much as the times we did not try at all.

Great, Alexia thought, I have gone from soul sucker to electrical ground. The epithets just get sweeter and sweeter.