I think you will agree the sign of a civilised society is a regular dining schedule. — Philippa Ballantine Copy Share Image
“E liza adjusted her Ministry-issue bullet-resistant corset, and her hands absently came to rest on where her weapons were concealed. Glancing out the window,… — Philippa Ballantine Copy Share Image
“Chaotic Of Echoes The Lands Darkest Hours Of Lions Architect the Garlots of War The Precognitions” — Philippa Ballantine Copy Share Image
“Mortals were such fickle creatures. They called into the dark, demanded answers and attention from forces they could not comprehend, and yet when they… — Philippa Ballantine Copy Share Image
“She sighed heavily before whispering, “I’m still a bit confused as to what we are waiting for.” “We are waiting for one of the constants in our world, Miss Braun,” Wellington assured her. “At the end of every opera, there is the grand finale, where the music continues its gradual crescendo, the tenor and tempo rising ever so gradually for… — Philippa Ballantine Copy Share
“Be that as it may, we were--and no doubt, still are--held under scrutiny, with that whole Phoenix Society brouhaha. It is imperative we remain… — Philippa Ballantine Copy Share Image
“Oh dear Lord." Switching his glare from the street urchin to his partner, Wellington whispered tersely, "You failed to mention this part of the… — Philippa Ballantine Copy Share Image
I think you will agree the sign of a civilised society is a regular dining schedule. — Philippa Ballantine Copy Share Image
“You know, if I didn't know better, I would swear we were actually married." "I can't think of anything more off-putting," Wellington placed his… — Philippa Ballantine Copy Share Image
“Nay, you attract mayhem, chaos, and anarchy wherever your delicate feet tread. Around you there is no such thing as a coincidence." "Why do… — Philippa Ballantine Copy Share Image
“She groaned as her face turned to press against the rosewood floor. "Welly, remind me to order a better mattress for my bed. This… — Philippa Ballantine Copy Share Image
“Once more unto the breach," Wellington grumbled in the stillness of the carriage. Eliza looked up from the address Douglas had given her. "Sorry,… — Philippa Ballantine Copy Share Image
