She took a moment to lament her lack of parasol. Every time she left the house, she felt keenly the absence of her heretofore ubiquitous accessory.
Gail CarrigerLord Maccon, might we have words on the proper tying of a cravat? For my sanityโs sake? Lord Maccon was nonplussed. Professor Lyall, on the other hand, was pained. โI do what I can.โ Lord Akeldama looked at him, pity in his eyes. โYou are a brave man.
Gail CarrigerHis eyes are peculiar. There is nothing in them, like an eclair without the cream filling. It's wrong, lack of cream.
Gail CarrigerIt was a constant source of amazement to Alexia that the only thing she had ever done in her entire life that pleased her mama was marry a werewolf.
Gail Carriger