Felicity grimaced in agreement. “No, you are perfectly correct. I did not realize how vital the approbation of one’s butler is in allowing for nocturnal autonomy.

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Classic author moment, "Oh dear, did I kill that character or not... by Gail Carriger

Classic author moment, "Oh dear, did I kill that character or not?

classic moments character

Steampunk is...the love child of Hot Topic and a BBC costume dram... by Gail Carriger

Steampunk is...the love child of Hot Topic and a BBC costume drama

topics drama children

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

ballroom mother games

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

eclairs peculiar eye

I have died and gone to the land of bad novels. by Gail Carriger

I have died and gone to the land of bad novels.

novel land gone

You are about as covert as a sledgehammer. by Gail Carriger

You are about as covert as a sledgehammer.

covert

I mean to say, really, I am near to developing a neurosis - is there anyone around who doesn't want to study or kill me?" Floote raised a tentative hand. "Ah, yes, thank you, Floote." "There is also Mrs Tunstell, madam," he offered hopefully, is if Ivy were some kind of consolation prize. "I notice you don't mention my fair-weather husband." "I suspect, at this moment, madam, he probably wants to kill you." Alexia couldn't help smiling. "Good point.

husband mean hands

Why Alexia that is quite beautiful. It does ot reflect your customary taste at all approved Miss Hisselpenny with glee. Trust Ivy to like the hideous thing for it's looks.

ivy missing beautiful

What’s wrong with you? Are you ill? I forbid you to be ill, wife. by Gail Carriger

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

wife ill

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.

ruffles fighting important

Ooo,” said Alexia, fascinated, “it shrinks back down again. The books didn't detail that occurrence.” The earl laughed. “You must show me these books of yours.

details said book

Hello, princess,” said Lord Maccon to the vampire. “Got yourself into quite a pickle this time, didn't you?” Lord Akeldama looked him up and down. “My sweet young naked boy, you are hardly one to talk. Not that I mind, of course.

princess sweet boys

The more Lord Maccon considered it, the more he grew to like the idea. Certainly his imagination was full of pictures of what he and Alexia might do together once he got her home in a properly wedded state, but now those lusty images were mixing with others: waking up next to her, seeing her across the dining table, discussing science and politics, having her advice on points of pack controversy and BUR difficulties. No doubt she would be useful in verbal frays and social machinations, as long as she was on his side.

home long ideas

Mrs. Loontwill did what any well-prepared mother would do upon finding her unmarried daughter in the arms of a gentleman werewolf: she had very decorous, and extremely loud, hysterics.

gentleman daughter mother

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

mistress play hands

Conall,” “Aye, Alexia?” He looked up at her. Was that fear in his caramel eyes? “I am going to take advantage of you,” she said

caramel advantage eye

Uh, my lord, I am not actually food. You do realize this, yes? by Gail Carriger

Uh, my lord, I am not actually food. You do realize this, yes?

realizing lord

His lordship can eat my fat— by Gail Carriger

His lordship can eat my fat—

fats lordship

A woman, even a married woman, cannot float without proper escort... by Gail Carriger

A woman, even a married woman, cannot float without proper escort. It is simply not done.

married-women married done

Such poopitations of the heart as you would not believe. by Gail Carriger

Such poopitations of the heart as you would not believe.

heart believe