“Well, Lockwood was an absolute sort of person, wasn't he? He wouldn't fall in love like tripping over a brick. He was the sort to rear back, run, catapult over the side of an airship's railing, and fall, fall, fall… — Heather Dixon Copy Share Image
“The simultaneous scream sounded from teh twins. Borth clasped their hands over their mouths, their eyes wide with horror. Azalea followed their gaze. There,… — Heather Dixon Copy Share Image
“I will tell you about the lady I loved." The girls settled together on the entrance steps, not even breathing, for fear it would… — Heather Dixon Copy Share Image
“Try it alone now," he said. "I taught you when you were six. You were a fine little rider then. Do you remember?" "No!"… — Heather Dixon Copy Share Image
“Royal Business; Strictly For The Young Gentleman Who Meets the Criteria- A Riddle To Solve: Where the Twelve Princesses of Eathesbury Dance At Night… — Heather Dixon Copy Share Image
“It had ended with a battle; Azalea raked the front page, and then the one's after, searching for any familiar names among the wounded.… — Heather Dixon Copy Share Image
“Honestly, we don't kick or bite or throw potatoes at all our guests." A crooked smile touched Lord Bradford's lips. "Your family has spirit,"… — Heather Dixon Copy Share Image
“What a rotten shilling punter!" said Bramble, tearing her bread to bits. "I can't believe he stole our things! Especially the watch! We stole… — Heather Dixon Copy Share Image
“Then to everyone's shock, she pressed her lips full on his. "Oh...my," said Clover. No one seemed more surprised than Lord Teddie, who stumbled… — Heather Dixon Copy Share Image
“So suppose Azalea finds the sugar teeth after all," said Bramble, taking Azalea by the shoulders and spinning her. Azalea rolled her eyes but… — Heather Dixon Copy Share Image
“Inside her chest, a warm, billowing, something swept through her, to the tips of her fingers, the bottoms of her feet, shining like a… — Heather Dixon Copy Share Image
“Before anything," he said as he brought her around to face him, "I want to give you this." Fumbling in his suitcoat, he produced… — Heather Dixon Copy Share Image
“I'm so sorry we've kept this for such a long time," she said, pulling the watch from her skirt pocket. She unfolded Mother's handkerchief… — Heather Dixon Copy Share Image
