593 Quotes by Gail Carriger

I could practically hear her thoughts sliding about in her head, like water over pebbles. Very slow water over very large pebbles.

Just like a cat, to mould her environment to suit her whim.

The fact that he’d become withdrawn and insular was no surprise to Percy. He’d few examples of affection to call upon. Aunt Alexia and Lord Maccon being the singular exception. Their marriage, to his outside eye, had always been combative but never lacking warmth. Percy could admit to himself, if not to Arsenic, that he was attracted by their model of a profound and loving relationship, if perhaps hoping for a little less rushing about and banging of heads together.

Rue was not above fabricating fate, if it would not be tempted.

Pretty as a pineapple,” pronounced.

She ought to remember to stay on her guard, for it was when an illegal activity became easy that one was most at risk of exposure.

Falling out of the sky was one thing, but doing so for unknown reasons was quite unacceptable. Having.

Lord Maccon reflected upon the state of his life wherein he had somehow gained a spouse who could not give a pig’s foot for the latest dresses out of Paris but who whined about not owning an aethographic transmitter. Well, at least the two were comparable obsessions so far as expense was concerned.

This was the kind of woman who took her tea black, smoked cigars after midnight, played a mean game of cribbage, and kept a bevy of repulsive little dogs.