593 Quotes by Gail Carriger

Look at the plucky young thing! She is trying to make a funny,” said Lord Ambrose snidely.

Well, if I must, fine. I’ll guard the retreat,” said Alexia. “Buy us some time.” “What, in a clock shop?

Rafe was still obviously a predator, large and fierce and deadly. But there were humans like that too, and he’d found a group of them in a corner. Rough, ready, angry men, cracked like leather beneath the weight of the world’s use. Standing with them, Rafe could still be one of the things that went bump in the night, just closer to home. The world hid all kinds of monsters – some had too many teeth and some had too much gin.

There is an art to irritation that only few of us can achieve.

He wielded verbal italics as if they were capable of actual bodily harm.

She’d never judge. She wasn’t remotely like that. She’d judge a man’s throw pillows, but not his family.

She was so beautiful it hurt, like breathing deep on an icy evening. She was all exotically strong features, tea-with-milk complexion, and long, thick dark hair. It was most upsetting, or would have been, if she hadn’t been so nice about it.

Knowing Miss Hisselpenny’s constitution, if the mummy were gruesome enough, dinner might just be revisited.

Lord Maccon was Scottish-big; this gentleman was only English-big – there was a distinct difference.