alexia tarabotti
Great, Alexia thought, I have gone from soul sucker to electrical ground. The epithets just get sweeter and sweeter.
— Gail Carriger
He has been mad for you these many months, ever since you prodded him in the nether regions with a hedgehog.
— Gail Carriger
How ghastly for her, people actually thinking, with their brains, and right next door. Oh, the travesty of it all.
— Gail Carriger
Just because history says it isn't possible doesn't mean that there aren't exceptions.
— Gail Carriger
Most girls recently out of finishing school are like soufflés: puffed up, not very substantial inside, and prone to collapsing at the slightest provocation.
— Gail Carriger
The Earl of Wolsey was indeed completely nude. He did not seem particularly perturbed by this fact, but Miss Pavarotti felt the sudden need to close her eyes tight and think about asparagus or something equally mundane.
— Gail Carriger
There was a pleasantness to the air and a spirit about the town that did not come from its color, but from some inner, tasty citrus quality. It made Alexia wonder fancifully if cities could have souls.
— 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 blackish.
— Gail Carriger
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