When Mai ineeds to be cheered up, she should think about wearing this.

She only needed some gingersnaps, opium and lye, but Eloise always dressed to impress.

Too young for concerts too old for sing-alongs.

Mesmerized by her sparkle, he didn't notice the billy club until it was to late.

For her first day at work, she didn't know the dress code. She hoped "pleasantly eclectic" would fit the bill.

A cross between a street urchin and street walker, she was the most notorious vampire killer in Neverwhere.

Crawling out from under her winder eiderdown, she blinked. Twice. And in a flurry of silks, cottons and satins, she threw on some clothes and ran out the door to greet the spring. Two minutes later, she came back for the wool cardigan.

She wanted to make an entrance, on the bus, in the boardroom, at the club. Her style was mutable, take away the earrings and she was punky, change the boots and she was elegant. She exasperated fashionistas everywhere.

She decided that the would delete the next person who said she had "Geek Chic."

Comfortable in her skin, or tearing through someone else's, she walked softly in the night.