There are words to describe her, my dear, but one does not repeat them in polite company.
Gail CarrigerSomeone was trying to kill Lady Alexia Maccon. It was most inconvenient, as she was in a dreadful hurry. Given her previous familiarity with near-death experiences and their comparative frequency with regards to her good self, Alexia should probably have allowed extra time for such a predictable happenstance.
Gail CarrigerOoo,โ said Alexia, fascinated, โit shrinks back down again. The books didn't detail that occurrence.โ The earl laughed. โYou must show me these books of yours.
Gail CarrigerI kissed her," he explained, aggrieved. "Mmm, yes, I had the dubious pleasure of witnessing that, ah-hem, overly public occurrence." Lyall sharpened his pen nib, using a small copper blade that ejected from the end of his glassicals. "Well! Why hasn't she done anything about it?" the Alpha wanted to know. "You mean like whack you upside the noggin with that deadly parasol of hers? I would be cautious in that area if I were you.
Gail Carriger