Sublime

The story of Reginald Watts was a luckless one dealing in every manner of failure and catastrophe,

“Charlotte may not make it; her mother has forced her to take a carriage ride with the odious Viscount Mauler,” Fanny said crossly, closing the book. “He attempted to take liberties with her on their last outing, and she smacked him with her parasol. I am surprised he is still pursuing her.”

Version one: Once upon a time, a man was held captive by a shiny golden lobster named Sebastian. Sebastian only had one arm as a result of a long-forgotten tussle with a fishing net. The man had been there for three years until he attempted to escape to his family and dogs, but he was caught in a matter of minutes because Sebastian also owned a

What does Miss Pankhurst imagine a “rule” is—a sort of basilisk?

“She’s a charming woman,” Keir replied, sitting beside her. “I like her very well. She dinna shock me, although . . . she swears like a Scottish golfer.”

“Rounders-in-knickers,” Lillian supplied helpfully, sliding her arms into her sleeves. The earl seemed incapable of repeating the ridiculous phrase. He turned his horse away and spoke curtly over his shoulder. “I plan to develop a case of amnesia within the next five minutes.

“I’ll be sure to give you some notice so you can get your Viagra down in time, old boy.” “Oh, nah.” Harvey waves a hand dismissively. “The Eatons are a virile bunch. Even I don’t need those.” “Jesus Christ.” Cade’s head drops, and his eyes stare into his coffee cup like he’s scrying for answers on how to make his dad stop saying inappropriate

“For God’s sake, man. They’re just stories. The rest of us here understand that.” Mr. Havers gestured at Ransom. “Look at him. The man’s not delusional. He’s in love.” Ransom’s lips quirked in that familiar half smile. “Well, that’s one charge I can’t argue.”

A young pitcher, facing Hornsby, complained about a pitch being called a ball. “Son,” umpire Bill Klem said, “when you pitch a strike, Mr. Hornsby will let you know it.”