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                                    Professor Braithwope was undergoing a very dangerous test indeed. For queen and country, the potentate had said. For science, Sophronia thought.                                
                                                        — Gail Carriger
                        
                        
				                                                            
                                    When all else fails, dress beautifully and throw your food.                                
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                                    If left together for too long, the two of them might actually take over the civilized world, through sheer application of snide remarks.                                
                                                        — Gail Carriger
                        
                        
				                                                            
                                    I am entirely capable."
"Of what, waddling up to someone and ruthlessly bumping into them? — Gail Carriger
                                				
        		        				"Of what, waddling up to someone and ruthlessly bumping into them? — Gail Carriger
				                                                            
                                    Rail is such an undignified way to travel. All that rapid racing about. Floating has so much more gravitas.                                
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                                    You are about as covert as a sledgehammer.                                
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                                    Really, Channing," remonstrated Alexia, "did you have to eat the man's dog? I am convinced you will experience terrible indigestion.                                
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                                    Where does one purchase a mustache in London? Fleet Street?                                
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                                    A lady must always be prepared. Snacks are an essential part of espionage. Sophronia                                
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                                    Evil genius-ness was like that--showy.                                
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                                    I have died and gone to the land of bad novels.                                
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                                    Bland, good as a side dish, but really only palatable when there is nothing better available.                                
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                                    I think we seldom regret the risks we take as much as the times we did not try at all.                                
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                                    The burden of a spy, Lord Akeldama always said, was not in the knowing of things but in knowing when to tell such things to others.                                
                                                        — Gail Carriger
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    Sheep?"
"Sheep."
"Sheep!"
...
"Yes, as in baaaa. — Gail Carriger
                                				
        		        				"Sheep."
"Sheep!"
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"Yes, as in baaaa. — Gail Carriger
				                                                            
                                    Soap understood her. Soap would always understand.                                
                                                        — Gail Carriger
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    Lord Maccon looked up. "Grovel, you say?" 
Lyall did not glance away from the latest vampire report he was perusing. "Grovel, my lord. — Gail Carriger
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				Lyall did not glance away from the latest vampire report he was perusing. "Grovel, my lord. — Gail Carriger
				                                                            
                                    Vampires hated to lose blood - it was troublesome to replace and always left a stain.                                
                                                        — Gail Carriger
                        
                        
				                                                            
                                    But there is a sign!" objected Primrose in semi-shock. "A sign indicating pets aren't permitted. Really, some people.                                
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                                    They decided the mummy would be unwrapped, for the titillation of the ladies, just after dinner.                                
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                                    Lyall understood a broken heart, but it could not be allowed to rumple perfectly good shirtwaists.                                
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                                    She was no closer to determining who might want her dead. There were just too many possibilities.                                
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                                    Stop playing verbal games with me, madam, or I shall go out into that ballroom, find your mother, and bring her here                                
                                                        — Gail Carriger
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    I like certain subgenres within science fiction and fantasy, and one of those is urban fantasy, and another is steampunk.                                
                                                        — Gail Carriger
                        
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    Alexia, did you know there is an entire regiment decamping on your front lawn?
Laddy Maccon sighed. Really, Ivy, I would never have noticed. — Gail Carriger
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				Laddy Maccon sighed. Really, Ivy, I would never have noticed. — Gail Carriger
				                                                            
                                    Mortals trotted about in shoes and corsets made to limit movement, fashion for prey.                                
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                                    And atop the wolf, looking as dignified and butlerlike as might be possible for a man riding a werewolf, was Floote. Alexia                                
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                                    Well, you are a werewolf, Scottish, naked, and covered in blood, and I am still holding your hand." He                                
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                                    Trust is a lot to ask of someone.                                
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                                    As much as she was enjoying it, Dimity would always rather talk about reading than actually read.                                
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                                    Dewan ex machina                                
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                                    Death can be jolly well inconvenient, if you ask me.                                
                                                        — Gail Carriger
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    Having delivered the expected daily miracle, Floote stood in his usual stance and warily watched the Templars work.                                
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                                    He wore a tweed suit, of all horrible things, and a cravat tied with such carelessness it was almost as much a sin as his actions.                                
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                                    Highland werewolves had a reputation for doing atrocious and highly unwarranted *things*, like wearing smoking jackets to the dinner table.                                
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                                    Can't you tell from the hair and the cheekbones? Humans don't grow that beautiful. Not outside of Denmark, anyway.                                
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                                    Shame on you! Bad vampire.                                
                                                        — Gail Carriger
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    A vampire, like a lady, never reveals his true age.                                
                                                        — Gail Carriger
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    As Dimity said, Sidheag surely does grumpy old man very well for a sixteen-year-old girl.                                
                                                        — Gail Carriger
                        
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    That's a very murky position," objected Felix.
"So's the weather. But this is England, we must learn to live with uncertainty. — Gail Carriger
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				"So's the weather. But this is England, we must learn to live with uncertainty. — Gail Carriger
				                                                            
                                    Shut your cake hole, you revolting young blot.                                
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                                    I believe I liked it better when she was yelling at me.                                
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                                    No one ever explained the octopuses.                                
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                                    Sidheag could be quite crass, the result of having been raised by men, or Scots, or soldiers, or werewolves, or all four.                                
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                                    The Gamma paused. "You have a crazed werewolf in your wine cellar?"
"You can think of a better place to stash him?"
"What about the wine? — Gail Carriger
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				"You can think of a better place to stash him?"
"What about the wine? — Gail Carriger
				                                                            
                                    Floote, what is going on? Do they think I
am contagious? Should I assure them I was
born with a nose this size? — Gail Carriger
                                				
        		        				am contagious? Should I assure them I was
born with a nose this size? — Gail Carriger
				                                                            
                                    Lady Maccon declined in horror. She enjoyed most foods, but brussels sprouts were nothing more than underdeveloped cabbages.                                
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                                    His eyes are peculiar. There is nothing in them, like an eclair without the cream filling. It's wrong, lack of cream.                                
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                                    She hasn't caught a slight fatality, has she?                                
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                                    Oh, do shove off, Lady Bling. I was thinking some rather important thoughts before you interrupted me.                                
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                                    Felix ran his hands through his dark hair, sounding like a resigned maiden aunt. 'It'll all end in tears and coal dust, you see if it doesn't.                                
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                                    I must send a beard to rescue a mustache!                                
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                                    So this pesto I enjoy so much is really an infamous Italian antisupernatural weapon?                                
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                                    Here, I stole it for you. Why don't you tell me what it's for."
"Aw, Sophronia, how thoughtful. You brought me a present! — Gail Carriger
                                				
        		        				"Aw, Sophronia, how thoughtful. You brought me a present! — Gail Carriger
				                                                            
                                    Oh, Lady Maccon, I am unreservedly in love with her. That black hair, that sweet disposition, those capital hats.                                
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                                    Where were the scientific pamphlets that taught a woman how to listen to herself die?                                
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                                    He dinna act like an Alpha."
"He does in some areas. — Gail Carriger
                                				
        		        				"He does in some areas. — Gail Carriger
				                                                            
                                    A man was attacking me with a wet handkerchief.                                
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                                    Scotsmen, she had occasion to observe, often did have nice knees. Perhaps that was why they insisted upon kilts.                                
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                                    You have been fraternizing with warewolves overmuch! Military men can be terribly bad for one's verbal concatenation!                                
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                                    Knowing Miss Hisselpenny's constitution, if the mummy were gruesome enough, dinner might just be revisited.                                
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                                    I pretty much will do anything for a laugh.                                
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                                    Follow that porcupine!                                
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                                    I like to spoof the original Gothic classics, so there is also good dose of comedy in the 'Parasol Protectorate' - giggling readers are good.                                
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                                    Not Alec Weebs? Never! Biffy was appreciatively shocked.                                
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                                    They never could entirely control preternaturals. It's your pragmatism. Your kind cannot be persuaded by faith; pure logic must be applied.                                
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                                    The monkeys, she explained, were considered reincarnated politicians, which made Rue laugh and the stick entirely understandable.                                
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                                    He was awfully good at being aristocratic. Alexia, on the other hand, was only good at being autocratic. Not quite the same thing.                                
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                                    It's no good choosing your first husband from a school for evil geniuses. Much too difficult to kill.                                
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                                    The important question is, what will your wear for a wedding dress, Alexia? You look horrible in white.                                
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                                    She was not undead, mind you; she was a living, breathing human but was simply ... lacking.                                
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                                    He might have lost his mind, but never his fashion sense.                                
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                                    Ivy was particularly adept at being ignorant but could cause extensive havoc with the smallest scrap of information.                                
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                                    away from the ocean, heading toward the                                
                                                        — Gail Carriger