Bloody hell. I’ve looked all night and there’s no bloody body and the boy’s trail just ends and I have to report to Honoria with something and I have nothing and-

And right now I feel like crawling into a bottle. But I’m on the job.

Bloody, bloody hell.

Spectacles.

They’re making me get bloody spectacles. In order to do my job properly. They bloody well ordered me to go get my eyes examined and I did and now I bloody need a damn pair of spectacles. I’m sure Honoria Delgardie is laughing her pretty little arse off at me as I write this.

Spectacles. I’ll admit my eyes are not quite as sharp as ( Read more... )

Took a while, but I finally found something to give to Dracaena for her ceremony. I’ll be leaving before the rest of family, since they’ll be waiting on Alastor’s particular friend. Who isn’t really part of the ceremony, but they made their plans before we got our Dracaena back and I suppose there wasn’t time to change them ( Read more... )

If that bloody hulking Puritan that calls himself my son is good for anything, it’s bloody ruining whatever good mood I might be in ( Read more... )

My son is meeting with Lavinia Scalara. In the Leaky Cauldron. I’d start laying bets on how soon it takes him to call her a whore to her face, but of course that would be his death sentence with Kyteler and, as we all know, a figurative death sentence with Kyteler could always lead to an actual one. I’d warn him not to, of course, but he wouldn’t ( Read more... )

Home again. Damn, but that was the best Night I’ve been to all year. I should send Dashwood a bottle of brandy. Compliments to the host and all ( Read more... )

What is up with that boy? His room looks like a hurricane hit it-clothes are strewn everywhere and I don’t want to know what Ari is going to say if he sees this. Or Hyacinthe for that matter, although I can hear her playing the piano again so it will be an age or two before she leaves it. It’s a pretty song. I wish I could remember the damn name ( Read more... )

The last twenty-four hours have been some of the longest in my life.

There is a part of me that wishes I could tell Ari and Poppy the truth about Dracaena, though I know I will not and cannot. La belle au bois dormant… I can only hope that the requisite century and a day will not be necessary ( Read more... )