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Arsenic knew of very few doctors who would put up with both explosions and cats. Or explosions caused by cats. She was one of the few.
Percy hated it when his sister had a fair point.
“I dinna need the world’s approval, I only need to heal it.”
These people are insane and I adore them.
No one was in awe of Rue, but everyone adored her. She ruled with the marshmallow fist of justice – fluffy, delightful, and probably slightly too sweet and sticky, but fair.
The captain grinned. “Goodness, is that all? Mine was, and still is, a soulless harridan with a propensity for hitting people with a parasol.”
No one was more easily offended than a male intellectual whose expertise was challenged.
“Considering society has done me no favours as a woman in a man’s profession, society can go hang itself.”
Percy had never understood the notion of gifting the dead sexual organs of a plant to females. It seemed oddly threatening.
The Spotted Custard was the kind of place where exceptions were made, because everyone was strange and exceptional.
“Tea is her answer to everything. I once broke my arm and she tried to give me Lapsang souchong.”
She’d clearly discovered boldness. She also got more Scottish when she flirted. He adored
Are you a fan of pickling?” Percy could murder a gherkin given the slightest opportunity. “Absolutely.”
She seemed the type of redoubtable woman who might whip up a custard with one hand and plough a field with the other.
Our failure as a nation is in thinking not only that our method is best, but that it is the only option.”
“Your generation is very dramatic.” “I dinna ken what you’re grumbling about,” replied Arsenic. “From what I’ve garnered, all our drama might be construed as your generation’s fault.”
Percy was undergoing a profound crisis of confidence while wearing buckskin breeches in a foreign land. He supposed he’d been in worse situations, but he couldn’t remember them at the moment. And he missed his library.
Arsenic was ridiculously pleased with him.
Apparently, in Edo, dunking one’s biscuit was tantamount to a declaration of war.
There were many ways to fight, and when one was young and undersized, sabotage was the best option.
Miss Prim may look like a silly fluff muffin, but secretly Spoo thought she was a bit of a bruiser.
“Please stop explaining, Percy. You’re only confusing matters.” “So I’ve been told. I do beg your pardon.”
Honestly, being a medical practitioner would be a whole lot simpler without ruddy patients!
We have learned that love happens so rarely, we should value it beyond all things when it lands upon us.
“Isna she cute?” said Arsenic. Percy was pretty certain that wasn’t a very respectful description of an immortal trickster spirit creature.
Virgil tottered off, muttering something dark about Percy wanting dipped biscuits. As if Percy would ever do anything that shocking with biscuit integrity. He wasn’t a monster.
