Really, Alexia, what could have possessed you to attach yourself to the side of the ship in such a juvenile fashion? It is positively barnacle-like.
Gail CarrigerShe poked him in the center of his chest with two fingers to punctuate her words. โYou are an unfeelingโโpoke โโtraitorousโโpokeโโmistrustingโโpokeโโrudeโโpoke โโbooby!โ Every poke turned him mortal, but Lord Maccon didnโt seem to mind it in the least. Instead he grabbed the hand that poked him and brought it to his lips. โYou put it very well, my love.
Gail CarrigerProfessor Braithwope, shimmering out of his room fully clothed and dapper. His mustache was a fluffy caterpillar of curiosity, perched and ready to inquire, dragging the vampire along behind it on the investigation.
Gail Carriger