Nefertiti's Heart

Are we immortal?" he paused in his exploration of her skin. Mischief shone in her eyes. "Want me to shoot you and find out?

do you tell if someone is immortal?” she whispered. “You kill them, and see if they get up again,” he answered, always pragmatic.

She didn't have butterflies in her stomach; she had unicorns. They ran in circles and charged her insides with their horns, gouging her as they rampaged.

The book didn't want to be copied? I should introduce it to the house that doesn't want any occupants.

I hate you, wardrobe. But here is what's going to happen. I will close the doors, say a magic word, open the doors, and you will present me with a suitable evening gown. Work, dammit.

Crowbars are great for working out parental issues.

I maimed you when I was only a child. Touch me now, and I'll kill you." She turned her back to him, and holding her head high, she strode out to the balcony. Conversation rose behind her. The

She forgot the small detail of the business she wanted to engage him on. She enjoyed saying no to him, repeatedly. Refusal was probably a new experience for him, too, but it was hard to tell.

She extracted a card from amongst her ample decollete and held it out toward Cara. This is starting to feel like a bizarre treasure hunt, following clues written on little cards." [Cara thought]

If you can make a mechanical horse, why wouldn't you make it a unicorn?

you is akin to playing Russian roulette: both hobbies have a high chance of ending in a fatality.” She

it, I’m growing on you, aren’t I?” she asked, a smile on her face as she placed a foot on the bottom step to the empty carriage. “Like a wart, darling,” he replied with his accustomed grin, before shutting the carriage door after her.