Ivy waved her wet handkerchief, as much as to say 'words cannot possibly articulate my profound distress'. Then, because Ivy never settled for meanin…

- Gail Carriger

Someone was trying to kill Lady Alexia Maccon. It was most inconvenient, as she was in a dreadful hurry. Given her previous familiarity with near-dea…

- Gail Carriger

She moved with such purpose it was as though she walked with exclamation marks.

- Gail Carriger

How ghastly for her, people actually thinking, with their brains, and right next door. Oh, the travesty of it all.

- Gail Carriger

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

- Gail Carriger

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 …

- Gail Carriger

I suspect it may be like the difference between a drinker and an alcoholic; the one merely reads books, the other needs books to make it through the …

- Gail Carriger

Spin the parasol three times and repeat after me: I shield in the name of fashion. I accessorize for one and all. Pursuit of truth is my passion. Thi…

- Gail Carriger

One should do what one is best at on as large a scale as possible.

- Gail Carriger