Isn't Bunson's training evil geniuses?" "Yes, mostly." "Well, is that wise? Having a mess of seedling evil geniuses falling in love with you willy-nilly? What if they feel spurned?" "Ah, but in the interim, think of the lovely gifts they can make you. Monique bragged that one of her boys made her silver and wood hair sticks as anti-supernatural weapons. With amethyst inlay. And another made her an exploding wicker chicken." "Goodness, what's that for?" Dimity pursed her lips. "Who doesn't want an exploding wicker chicken?
Gail CarrigerLord Maccon, might we have words on the proper tying of a cravat? For my sanityโs sake? Lord Maccon was nonplussed. Professor Lyall, on the other hand, was pained. โI do what I can.โ Lord Akeldama looked at him, pity in his eyes. โYou are a brave man.
Gail CarrigerI love him so very much. As Romeo did Jugurtha, as Pyramid did Thirsty, as-" "Oh, please, no need to elaborate further," interjected Alexia, wincing. "But what would my family SAY to such a union?" "They would say that yours hats had leaked into your head," muttered Alexia, unheard under her breath.
Gail CarrigerAcknowledgements With grateful thanks to the three least-appreciated and hardest-working proselytizers of the written word: independent bookstores, librarians, and teachers.
Gail CarrigerLord 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.
Gail CarrigerWhat have I done thins time?" he paused to ask before continuing with his oral expedition about her body: her husband, the intrepid explorer.
Gail CarrigerWell, my love,โ said Alexia with prodigious daring to Lord Maccon, โshall we?โ The earl started to move forward and then stopped abruptly and looked down at her, not moving at all. โAm I?โ โAre you what?โ She peeked up at him through her tangled hair, pretending confusion. There was no possible way she was going to make this easy for him. โYour love?โ โWell, you are a werewolf, Scottish, naked, and covered in blood, and I am still holding your hand.โ He sighed in evident relief. โGood. That is settled, then.
Gail Carriger