“I brandished my parasol at him like a rapier. "You, sir, are an abominable scalawag of a man, and I'll be damned… — Susan Dennard Copy Share Image
Spin the parasol three times and repeat after me: I shield in the name of fashion. I accessorize for one and all.… — Gail Carriger Copy Share Image
She took a moment to lament her lack of parasol. Every time she left the house, she felt keenly the absence of… — Gail Carriger Copy Share Image
Sophie did not care to think how Howl might react if Fanny woke him by stabbing him with her parasol. — Diana Wynne Jones Copy Share Image
What a circus act we women perform every day of our lives. Look at us. We run a tightrope daily, balancing a… — Anne Morrow Lindbergh Copy Share Image
Lady Maccon.” “By George, Boots! How the deuce can you possibly tell that there is Lady Maccon?” queried the other top-hated gentleman.… — Gail Carriger Copy Share Image
What happened to the good old days of "Woman as passive recipient?" What happened to being courted? What happened to sitting back… — Cathy Guisewite Copy Share Image
The general must be the first in the toils and fatigues of the army. In the heat of summer he does not… — Sun Tzu Copy Share Image
The circus tent was flowing pale in the rain like a fleshy flower lit from within. It seemed to bloom in the… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
Iconic clothing has been secularized. . . . A guardsman in a dress uniform is ostensibly an icon of aggression; his coat… — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
Lady Maccon stopped suddenly. Her husband got four long strides ahead before he realized she had paused. She was starring thoughtfully up… — Gail Carriger Copy Share Image
I kissed her," he explained, aggrieved. "Mmm, yes, I had the dubious pleasure of witnessing that, ah-hem, overly public occurrence." Lyall sharpened… — Gail Carriger Copy Share Image
