"My father," she admitted, "was of Italian extraction. Unfortunately, not an affliction that can be cured." She paused. "Though he did die."
Gail CarrigerThe bowl landed, in glorious perfection, atop the head of Mrs Barnaclegoose, who was not the kind of woman to appreciate the finer points of being crowned by trifle.
Gail CarrigerHello, princess,โ said Lord Maccon to the vampire. โGot yourself into quite a pickle this time, didn't you?โ Lord Akeldama looked him up and down. โMy sweet young naked boy, you are hardly one to talk. Not that I mind, of course.
Gail CarrigerLyall understood a broken heart, but it could not be allowed to rumple perfectly good shirtwaists.
Gail Carriger