Miss Dearheart's Mailbox.

So far, Killer had eaten three of her cigarettes, but Adora Belle didn't mind. She had plenty left*, and besides, she suspected the pup would throw it all up in which case reconstituted dog-vomit cigarettes were always an option. To give to people she didn't like, anyway ( Read more... )

It was the night before Hogswatch, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

There were a few things wrong with that sentence. Firstly, it was a compound, not a house, and secondly, several things were stirring - people, mainly - including one Adora Belle Dearheart, who found herself unable to sleep ( Read more... )

The arrival of winter had driven almost all other considerations from Adora Belle Dearheart's mind. Besides everything, it meant that she could no longer sleep outside, unless she wanted to freeze to death. So, reluctantly, she had relocated to the Compound, though in deference to her nature she made sure to sleep in an unnoccupied room and to lock ( Read more... )

There was a misshappen lump in Adora Belle's path ( Read more... )