Gail Carriger Quotes

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It's no good choosing your first husband from a school for evil geniuses. Much too difficult to kill.

Gail Carriger
I Preserve the nonviable embryo in formaldehyde for future study. Lord Maccon has been drinking my samples. When confronted, he admitted to be enjoying both the refreshing beverage and the 'crunchy pickled snack' as well. I was not pleased" (Professor Lyall to Madame Lefoux)

Gail Carriger
She would have colored gracefully with embarrassment had she not possessed the complexion of one of those heathen Italians, as her mother said, who never colored, gracefully or otherwise. (Convincing her mother that Christianity had, to all intents and purposes, originated with the Italians, thus making them the exact opposite of heathen, was a waste of time and breath.)

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She had to give her teachers credit: they were right to insist all pupils carry scissors, handkerchiefs, perfume and hair ribbons at all times. At some point she'd learn why they also required a red lace doily and a lemon.

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Very well, Lord Maccon. If we are going to play this particular hand, would you be interested in becoming my... Mistress?

Gail Carriger
The vampire's eyes were open, and he was staring at her intently. It was as though he were trying to speak to her with simply the power of a glare. Alexia did not speak glare-ish.

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Ah, Ivy, thought Alexia happily, spreading a verbal fog wherever she goes.

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Alexia figured, delightedly, that this meant he did, in fact, tend to traipse around his private apartments in the altogether. Marriage was becoming more and more of an attractive prospect.

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Oh, dear me, no. Then I should be known as that vampire with all the cats.

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Lord Maccon asked meekly, shifting against her in a manner that ensured she realized the nibbling had affected his outsides just as much as her insides. Alexia was partly shocked, partly intrigued by the idea that as he was naked, she might actually get to see what he looked like. She had seen sketches of the nude male, of course, for purely technical purposes. She was given to wonder if werewolves were anatomically bigger in certain areas.

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Lord Maccon reflected upon the state of his life wherein he had somehow gained a spouse who could not give a pig's foot for the latest dresses out of Paris but who whined about not owning an aethographic transmitter. Well, at least the two were comparable obsessions so far as expense was concerned.

Gail Carriger
She was no closer to determining who might want her dead. There were just too many possibilities.

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She filed the image away as an excellent and insulting question to ask the earl at an utterly inappropriate future moment.

Gail Carriger
The Gamma paused. You have a crazed werewolf in your wine cellar? You can think of a better place to stash him? What about the wine?

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Lord Maccon was built like a brick outhouse, with opinions twice as unmoving and often equally full of crap.

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Professor Lyall, cursing his Alpha for departing so precipitously, balled up the piece of paper and, after minor consideration for the delicacy of the information it contained, ate it.

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Ah, no, deployment was delayed after you left. Technical difficulties. Oh? Yes, it was technically difficult to leave a heartbroken Alpha.

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Highland werewolves had a reputation for doing atrocious and highly unwarranted *things*, like wearing smoking jackets to the dinner table.

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Lord Maccon, might we have words on the proper tying of a cravat? For my sanity's sake? Lord Maccon was nonplussed. Professor Lyall, on the other hand, was pained. I do what I can. Lord Akeldama looked at him, pity in his eyes. You are a brave man.

Gail Carriger
But I don't want to be a vampire drone.' Sophronia winced. 'They'll suck my blood and make me wear only the very latest fashions.

Gail Carriger
Ever since her trip with Alexia to Scotland, Mrs. Tunstell had rather a taste for foreign travel. Alexia blamed it on the kilts.

Gail Carriger
Lady Maccon cogitated. She would like to encourage this new spirit of social-mindedness. If Felicity needed anything in her life, it was a cause. Then she might stop nitpicking everyone else.

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Scotsmen, she had occasion to observe, often did have nice knees. Perhaps that was why they insisted upon kilts.

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Alexia had spent long hours wondering over that mustache. Werewolves did not grow hair, as they did not age. Where had it come from? Had he always had it? For how many centuries had his poor abused upper lip labored under the burden of such vegetation?

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Professor Braithwope, shimmering out of his room fully clothed and dapper. His mustache was a fluffy caterpillar of curiosity, perched and ready to inquire, dragging the vampire along behind it on the investigation.

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Rail is such an undignified way to travel. All that rapid racing about. Floating has so much more gravitas.

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Past persons of Scottishness in contact with mastermind of supernatural persuasion in London, aka Agent Doom.' Floote moved on to the third bit of paper. 'Lady K says Agent Doom assisted depraved Plan of Action. May have all been his idea.' Moving on to the last one, he read out, "Summer permits Scots to expose more knee than lady of refinement should have to withstand. Hairmuffs much admired. Yours etc., Puff Bonnet.

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There are words to describe her, my dear, but one does not repeat them in polite company.

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I may be a werewolf and Scottish, but despite what you may have read about both, we are not cads!

Gail Carriger
Stop playing verbal games with me, madam, or I shall go out into that ballroom, find your mother, and bring her here

Gail Carriger