I'm gonna flatten her with my own personal slobber-knocker block. She'll never know what hit her!

A little on again, off again, skiff of rain made the road slippery in spots.

That Glass is poison, according unto common conceit, I know not how to grant. Not onely from the innocency of its ingredients…

Tempting as it was to hang up on the man and be done with it, that wouldn't do. Who knew what sort of undeadly minions de Piaget was capable of commanding.