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There's no such thing as fate, there's just werewolfs. And there's no such thing as coincident, there's just vampires. Everything else is open to interpretation.

"It was as though his moustache had become overly enthusiastic an, seized with the spirit of adventure, set out to conquer the southern reaches of his face in a take-no-prisoners kind of way."

"I mean to say, really, I am near to developing a neurosis - is there anyone around who doesn't want to study or kill me?" Floote raised a tentative hand. "Ah, yes, thank you, Floote." "There is also Mrs Tunstell, madam," he offered hopefully, is if Ivy were some kind of consolation prize. "I notice you don't mention my fair-weather husband." "I suspect, at this moment, madam, he probably wants to kill you." Alexia couldn't help smiling. "Good point."