The voice was low and tinged with a hint of Scotland. It would have caused Alexia to shiver and think primal monkey thoughts about moons and running far and fast, if she'd had a soul. Instead it caused her to sigh in exasperation and sit up.
Gail CarrigerI like fish," chirruped Tunstell. "Really, Mr. Tunstell? What is your preferred breed?" "Well"--Tunstell hesitated--"you know, the um, ones that"--he made a swooping motion with both hands--"uh, swim.
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 CarrigerThe infant-inconvenience kicked in response, and Conall twitched at the sensation. โActive little pup, isnโt he?โ โShe,โ corrected his wife. โAs if any child of mine would dare be a boy.โ It was a long-standing argument. โBoy,โ replied Conall. โAny child as difficult as this one has been from the start must, perforce, be male.โ Alexia snorted. โAs if my daughter would be calm and biddable.โ Conall grinned, catching one of her hands and bringing it in for a kiss, all prickly whiskers and soft lips. โVery good point, wife. Very good point.
Gail Carriger