Gail Carriger - Changeless (2010)

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As if being a former vampire drone in a werewolf household were not shocking enough, the maid then opened her mouth and proved that she was also, quite reprehensibly, French.

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I like fish," chirruped Tunstell. "Really, Mr. Tunstell? What is your preferred breed?" "Well"—Tunstell hesitated—"you know, the um, ones that"—he made a swooping motion with both hands—"uh, swim.

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Alexia, did you know there is an entire regiment decamping on your front lawn? Laddy Maccon sighed. "Really, Ivy, I would never have noticed.

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His eyes are peculiar. There is nothing in them, like an eclair without the cream filling. It's wrong, lack of cream.

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What did you do? Well, you see, there was this pot of tea, simply sitting there… He trailed off. Useful thing, tea, commented Lyall thoughtfully.

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Why did you want to go and distract me like that? I was quite in my element and everything.' Conall laughed. 'Someone has to keep you off balance; otherwise you'll end up ruling the empire. Or at least ordering it into wretched submission.

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I love him so very much. As Romeo did Jugurtha, as Pyramid did Thirsty, as-" "Oh, please, no need to elaborate further," interjected Alexia, wincing. "But what would my family SAY to such a union?" "They would say that yours hats had leaked into your head," muttered Alexia, unheard under her breath.

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Why? I mean, why you? I can perfectly comprehend not liking my husband. I dislike him intensely most of the time. Professor Lyall stifled a chuckle. I am given to understand that he does not approve of spelling one' s name with two ll's. He finds it inexcusably Welsh. I suspect he may be quite taken with you, however.

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She reached inside the wide ruffle and pulled out a little vial. Poison? asked Lady Maccon, tilting her head to one side. Certainly not. Something far more important: perfume. We cannot very well have you fighting crime unscented, now, can we? Oh. Alexia nodded gravely. After all, Madame Lefoux was French. Certainly not.

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

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What's wrong with you? Are you ill? I forbid you to be ill, wife.

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She boasted the general battle-ax demeanor of an especially strict governess. This was the kind of woman who took her tea black, smoked cigars after midnight, played a mean game of cribbage, and kept a bevy of repulsive little dogs. Alexia liked her immediately.

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Oh, Lady Maccon, I am unreservedly in love with her. That black hair, that sweet disposition, those capital hats.

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No, Lord Maccon was riproaring, tumble down, without a doubt, pickled beyond the gherkin.

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It was a constant source of amazement to Alexia that the only thing she had ever done in her entire life that pleased her mama was marry a werewolf.

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Alexia gave in to his demanding touch, but only, of course, because he sounded so pathetic. It had nothing, whatsoever to do with her own quickening heartbeat.

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Madame Lefoux shrugged. "I do not know about that, my lady. I mean to say, one's life is one thing; one's technology is an entirely different matter.

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Alexia, she hissed to her friend, there are knees positively everywhere. What do I do?

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

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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.

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

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He nuzzled in at her neck kissing and licking her softly just below her ear. Just a moment he said. I need a small reminder that you are here you are whole and you are mine.

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