Yes, I'm shallow, I don't mind admitting it. Perhaps I should admit that there's no end to the depths of my shallowness.

You could at least complain,” I say. “I adore complaining. It calms the nerves.

Father sighed. “Please spare me these arguments of yours.” “Whose arguments should I use?

Our English monarchs are so unimaginative,” said Eldric. “They execute people in such tediously conventional ways.

Darling! Had they darlinged each other when they were here? I imagined them, magnificent on horseback, tossing darlings to and fro.

He’s harmless, poor thing. That’s what everyone said. It was true, but who cares? Lots of people are harmless, but that doesn’t mean I have to like them.