A Soul to Keep (Duskwalker Brides, #1)

by Opal Reyne

My English is not the same as American English. I love my American English spoken readers to bits. You’re cute, you all make me giggle, and I just wanna give you a big ’ol hug. However, there are many of you who don’t seem to realise that your English was born from British English, which is what I use (although a bastardised version since Australians like to take all language and strangle it until it’s a ruined carcass of slang, missing letters, and randomly added o’s). We don’t seem to like the letter z. We write colour instead of color. Recognise instead of recognize. Travelling instead of traveling. Skilful instead of skillfull. Mum instead of mom. Smelt is a past participle of smell. We omit the full-stop in Mr. Name, so it’s Mr Name. Aussies cradle the word cunt like it’s a sweet little puppy, rather than an insult to be launched at your face.

Most of that is entirely true. . . Except skilful. What THE FUCK is skilful?!?!!?????