Someone was trying to kill Lady Alexia Maccon. It was most inconvenient, as she was in a dreadful hurry. Given her previous familiarity with near-dea….

What if all those strange and unexplainable bends in history were the result of supernatural interference? At which point I asked myself, what's the ….

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..

Ooo,” said Alexia, fascinated, “it shrinks back down again. The books didn't detail that occurrence.” The earl laughed. “You must show me these books….

Who doesn’t want an exploding wicker chicken?.

A vampire, like a lady, never reveals his true age..

Which was why, some six hours later, Alexia Maccon's daughter was born inside the head of an octomaton in the presence of her husband, a comatose wer….

She boasted the general battle-ax demeanor of an especially strict governess. This was the kind of woman who took her tea black, smoked cigars after ….

It was a constant source of amazement to Alexia that the only thing she had ever done in her entire life that pleased her mama was marry a werewolf..

I suspect it may be like the difference between a drinker and an alcoholic; the one merely reads books, the other needs books to make it through the ….

It's no good choosing your first husband from a school for evil geniuses. Much too difficult to kill..

I never gossip. I observe. And then relay my observations to practically everyone..

Past persons of Scottishness in contact with mastermind of supernatural persuasion in London, aka Agent Doom.’ Floote moved on to the third bit of pa….

Scotsmen, she had occasion to observe, often did have nice knees. Perhaps that was why they insisted upon kilts..

Spin the parasol three times and repeat after me: I shield in the name of fashion. I accessorize for one and all. Pursuit of truth is my passion. Thi….

How ghastly for her, people actually thinking, with their brains, and right next door. Oh, the travesty of it all..

What’s wrong with you? Are you ill? I forbid you to be ill, wife..

Ivy waved her wet handkerchief, as much as to say 'words cannot possibly articulate my profound distress'. Then, because Ivy never settled for meanin….

She moved with such purpose it was as though she walked with exclamation marks..

One should do what one is best at on as large a scale as possible..

I am rather fond of ladybugs. They are so delightfully hemispherical..