189 Quotes About Steampunk

Beauty was a weapon as well, one Viola enjoyed wielding.

The blood staining Ellie Whitfield’s hands was as good a reason as any to run from the mutton shunters.

Just roll me in fairy dust and call me a unicorn.

Lynx stood and raced to the camp. “Attend to our injured!” She unsheathed a machete and made for Hare’s killer. Heron grabbed her wrist. “Wait. He’s still conscious.” “Then he will feel my machete,” she replied, voice like ice.

Geoff’s arm emanated with a solid warmth I longed for after our days aboard S.S. British-Craphole.

You put up this steel armor around yourself in the form of hostility and disinterest—whichever works to shield you best at the moment, but that’s not who you are.

Death is as light as a feather, duty heavier than a spire.

Follow those rats! They may lead us back to Muggins!

New blood makes all the difference...