593 Quotes by Gail Carriger

As Dimity said, “Sidheag surely does grumpy old man very well for a sixteen-year-old girl.

And, my darlingest of puggles, she is yours to command.” Rue was moved to italics by the gesture. “Mine?

Petunia Temminnick’s coming-out ball was pronounced a resounding success by all in attendance. There had been highly intoxicating punch, a variety of dances, good music, and intermission entertainment. No one knew why the beautiful Miss Pelouse had stripped, rolled about in the garden, and then chucked a cheese pie at the youngest Temminnick girl before being taken away in floods of tears, but it was surely the highlight of a most enjoyable evening.

The man was dead after all. But not powerless. Formerly Floote was many things, but powerless wasn’t one of them. He had knowledge.

Sensing a favourable shift, Prim called for celebratory muffins and jam. Muffins and jam seemed to sooth everyone’s temper, particularly the Alpha Vanara’s whose delight in the jam was that of a child discovering blancmange for the first time. Rue could sympathise. She often felt that way about really good jam, not to mention blancmange. And this was, after all, gooseberry.

Death can be jolly well inconvenient, if you ask me.

So this pesto I enjoy so much is really an infamous Italian antisupernatural weapon?′ Alexia turned accusing dark eyes on Madame Lefoux. ‘Yet there is no pesto in my parasol armament. I think we ought to rectify that immediately.

Tea is her answer to everything. I once broke my arm and she tried to give me Lapsang Souchong.

Evil genius-ness was like that – showy.