593 Quotes by Gail Carriger

Which was why, some six hours later, Alexia Maccon’s daughter was born inside the head of an octomaton in the presence of her husband, a comatose werewolf dandy, and a French inventor.

And I need to be where other people are not for a while. Percy knew himself well enough for that.

It was their vampire teacher’s custom of late to administer decidedly oddball lessons. Which is to say, more oddball than an ordinary lesson with a vampire in a floating dirigible espionage school.

Oh, Percy, I hate it when you’re right.” He patted her shoulder. “I know, Rue, apologies.

Vampires hated to lose blood – it was troublesome to replace and always left a stain.

Oh my goodness, are those kilts? I’ve never seen them outside the history books. They are an appealing fashion statement, aren’t they?” Rue could not help but agree–after all, how often did one get to admire a gentleman’s knees in polite society?

Out with it.” She let impatience colour her words. She couldn’t think of any cockney slang for getting a man to open his saucebox.

Shame on you! Bad vampire.

Everyone’s secrets are coming to light tonight, thought Sophronia, wondering how she had missed this little facet of inter-teacher dynamics.