My name is Lauren, a nineteen year old who marches to her own beat.
- Lord Maccon – Gerard Butler.
“Mark my words, I will use something much, much stronger than smelling salts,” came a growl in Miss Tarabotti’s left ear. The voice was low, and tinged with a hint of Scotland. It would have caused Alexia to shiver and think primal monkey-thoughts about moons and running far and fast, if she’d had a soul. Instead it caused her to sigh in exasperation and sit up.