Very well, Lord Maccon. If we are going to play this particular hand, would you be interested in becoming my. . . ” “Mistress?
I am rather fond of ladybugs. They are so delightfully hemispherical.
His eyes are peculiar. There is nothing in them, like an eclair without the cream filling. It's wrong, lack of cream.
The duke contents himself mainly with attempting to rule the world and other suchlike nonsense. When one is guiding the patterns of the social universe, a single spinster preternatural is unlikely to cause one undue distress.
Who doesn’t want an exploding wicker chicken?
Lord Maccon asked meekly, shifting against her in a manner that ensured she realized the nibbling had affected his outsides just as much as her insides. Alexia was partly shocked, partly intrigued by the idea that as he was naked, she might actually get to see what he looked like. She had seen sketches of the nude male, of course, for purely technical purposes. She was given to wonder if werewolves were anatomically bigger in certain areas.
Classic author moment, "Oh dear, did I kill that character or not?
The sound of the pages turning was the sound of magic. The dry liquid feel of paper under fingertips was what magic felt like.
Today, more pastors than ever need profound encouragement and rejuvenation.
My diminished girth, in tailor phraseology, was hardly conceivable even by my own friends, or my respected medical adviser, until I put on my former clothing, over what I now wear, which is a thoroughly convincing proof of the remarkable change.
My relationship with Barack Obama isn't based on my political philosophy or his.