Some Are Just Born Bad, And That's

It Isn't Against The Law To Be An Idiot.

He Kissed Each Finger, And With Each One Of Them Spoken A Word. Five Kisses, Five Words. His Last.

It Was, Of Course, Odd For A Lady To Be Opening Her Own Door, But From The Look Of The Place, Magnus Assumed The Entire Staff Of Servants Had Been Given The Decade Off.

Are You Implying That Shreds Of My Reputation Remain Intact?" Will Demanded With Mock Horror. "clearly I Have Been Doing Something Wrong. Or Not Something Wrong, As The Case May Be." He Banged On The Side Of The Carriage. "thomas! We Must Away At Once To The Nearest Brothel. I Seek Scandal And Low Companionship.

Did You Like It?" He Said. "i Could Have Given You...jewelry, But I Wanted It To Be Something That Was Wholly Yours. That No One Else Would Hear Or Own. And I Am Not Good With Words, So I Wrote How I Felt About You In Music." He Paused. "did You Like It?