One of the few reasons that she wasn't trying to run--which every instinct was screaming at her to do-- was that Lord Guantes was having too much fun gloating. He was trapped in his criminal archetype. One couldn't gloat at a corpse. The corpse simply wouldn't appreciate it properly. ...where is Lord Silver's niece?"... "I took her to the Library" "You what?" "That's not very grammatical," Irene said, and earned another slap for it. "Yes, but did you see her scars?" Black Wig demanded. "And her left leg?" "She didn't have a left leg." "Precisely!" Is it obvious yet how much fun I'm having reading The Invisible Library series? Aghhhh and there is only one more left! And NOW I've lost my Kindle. It will show up. Things always do. Well, except maybe for that left leg....