Well, 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 CarrigerIf there is gossip to be garnered, garner it. If there are new dress styles to be imitated, imitate them. If there are hearts to be broken, break them. That's my girls.
Gail CarrigerLady Maccon stopped suddenly. Her husband got four long strides ahead before he realized she had paused. She was starring thoughtfully up into the aether, twirling the deadly parasol about her head. "I have just remembered something," Alexia said when he returned to her side. "Oh, that explains everything. How foolish of me to think you could walk and remember at the same time.
Gail CarrigerReally, Channing,โ remonstrated Alexia, โdid you have to eat the manโs dog? I am convinced you will experience terrible indigestion.
Gail CarrigerFelicity grimaced in agreement. โNo, you are perfectly correct. I did not realize how vital the approbation of oneโs butler is in allowing for nocturnal autonomy.
Gail CarrigerWhat if all those strange and unexplainable bends in history were the result of supernatural interference? At which point I asked myself, what's the weirdest most eccentric historical phenomenon of them all? Answer:the Great British Empire. Clearly, one tiny little island could only conquer half the known world with supernatural aid. Those absurd Victorian manners and ridiculous fashions were obviously dictated by vampires. And, without a doubt, the British army regimental system functions on werewolf pack dynamics.
Gail Carriger