So, what do you think, my dear, will it be a girl or a boy?โ โIt will be a soul-stealer, apparently.โ โWhat!โ The earl reared away from his wife and looked down at her suspiciously.
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 CarrigerShe sifted, sighed, and stared up at the ceiling, trying to think about anything but Lord Maccoon, her current predicament, or Lord Akeldama's safety. Which meant she could do nothing but reflect on the complex plight of her mama's more recent embroidery project. Thins, in itself, was a worse torture than any her captors could devise.
Gail CarrigerWhat if I arrange to be around Lord Akeldama during the full moon?โ The earl looked daggers. โI am certain he would be extremely helpful in a fight. He could ruthlessly flatter all your attackers into abject submission.
Gail Carriger