On Bazzard's first Christmas in London, the thorn of anxiety is keenly felt, and then drawn out a little.

There are worse things than being lashed.

Some species remain colonial year round while others only gather together for winter hibernation.

Desire can't move past, only onward.

They do a lot of talking in the sweet air of the control room, about everything and nothing.

An operative from the future tells Wade that he has two options: kill himself before he has a chance to live 2000 years and become Cable's accomplice in dictatorship, or kill Cable. So now, Wade has thirty days to figure out a way to die. Unfortunately, most of his ideas involve convincing Cable to kill him. Fortunately, most of Cable's ideas for stopping him involve sex.

Evening is the customary time for intercourse, David has helpfully informed her, but it makes no difference here. Nothing makes any difference.

Tom is snowed in at Cortina with Dickie and Marge and Peter and Freddie. Sometimes he's really a very lucky boy.

Tybalt and Mercutio were childhood friends, of a sort.

Sixteen ways of looking at a rabbit.