I have died and gone to the land of bad novels.
Gail CarrigerHis eyes are peculiar. There is nothing in them, like an eclair without the cream filling. It's wrong, lack of cream.
Gail CarrigerLord Maccon was built like a brick outhouse, with opinions twice as unmoving and often equally full of crap.
Gail CarrigerLyall understood a broken heart, but it could not be allowed to rumple perfectly good shirtwaists.
Gail CarrigerStop playing verbal games with me, madam, or I shall go out into that ballroom, find your mother, and bring her here
Gail CarrigerMots clés lord-conall-maccon
Steampunk is...the love child of Hot Topic and a BBC costume drama
Gail CarrigerMots clés steampunk
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.
Gail CarrigerIvy waved the wet handkerchief, as much as to say, words cannot possibly articulate my profound distress. Then, because Ivy never settled for meaningful gestures when verbal embellishments could compound the effect, she said, "Words cannot possibly articulate my profound distress.
Gail CarrigerI am rather fond of ladybugs. They are so delightfully hemispherical.
Gail CarrigerNo, Lord Maccon was riproaring, tumble down, without a doubt, pickled beyond the gherkin.
Gail CarrigerMots clés drunkenness gherkin
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