Her Majesty Is One Verb

Literary Detection And Firearms Don't Really Go Hand In Hand; Pen Mighter Than The Sword And So Forth.

You Many Have Noticed I Have A Temper ... But When I Calmed Down, I Realized That This World, Blighted And Imperfect As It Is, Would Be Better With You In It.

I Could Almost See Common Sense And Denial Fighting Away At Each Other Within Her. In The End, Denial Won, As It So Often Does.

He Spent His Life Immersed In Books To The Cost Of Everything Else, Even Personal Relationships. "friends," He'd Once Said, "are Probably Great, But I Have Forty Thousands Friends Of My Own Already, And Each Of Them Needs My Attention.

Once Upon A Midnight Dreary, While I Pondered Weak And Weary, O’er A Plan To Venge Myself Upon That Cursed Thursday Next- This Eyre Affair, So Surprising, Gives My Soul Such Loath Despising, Here I Plot My Temper Rising, Rising From My Jail Of Text. “get Me Out!” I Said, Advising, “pluck Me From This Jail Of Text- Or I Swear I’ll Wring Your Neck!