Gail Carriger

I have died and gone to the land of bad novels.

— Gail Carriger

“pursed her lips. “Who doesn’t want an exploding wicker chicken?”

— Gail Carriger

Classic author moment, "Oh dear, did I kill that character or not?

— Gail Carriger

Poetry can cause irreparable harm when misapplied

— Gail Carriger

“She had dimples as well as ringlets, most distressing”

— Gail Carriger

“Even if she’d known what to do with a man, how did one tempt another woman?”

— Gail Carriger

Steampunk is...the love child of Hot Topic and a BBC costume drama

— Gail Carriger

“That was a remarkable display of whatnot.”

— Gail Carriger

My father,” she admitted, “was of Italian extraction. Unfortunately, not an affliction that can be cured.” She paused. “Though he did die.

— Gail Carriger

“Alexia seemed to recall hearing one matron complain that the Italians were very passionate in their support of balls.”

— Gail Carriger

“Many gentleman were unable to cope with abundant chatter, which is why they so often married it.”

— Gail Carriger

Alexia,” she hissed to her friend, “there are knees positively everywhere. What do I do?

— Gail Carriger

She filed the image away as an excellent and insulting question to ask the earl at an utterly inappropriate future moment.

— Gail Carriger

Conall,” “Aye, Alexia?” He looked up at her. Was that fear in his caramel eyes? “I am going to take advantage of…

— Gail Carriger

Madame Lefoux shrugged. "I do not know about that, my lady. I mean to say, one's life is one thing; one's technology…

— Gail Carriger

How ghastly for her, people actually thinking, with their brains, and right next door. Oh, the travesty of it all.

— Gail Carriger

Spin the parasol three times and repeat after me: I shield in the name of fashion. I accessorize for one and all.…

— Gail Carriger

Acknowledgements With grateful thanks to the three least-appreciated and hardest-working proselytizers of the written word: independent bookstores, librarians, and teachers.

— Gail Carriger

“We realy must work on our communitcation. Perhaps if you were not so constantly intrested in other forms of intimacy, I might…

— Gail Carriger

Lord Maccon, being Lord Maccon and good at such things, then changed, right there in the Thames, from dog-paddling wolf to large…

— Gail Carriger

“fact. Of course, she always went and spoiled the appeal by opening her mouth. In his humble experience, the world had yet…

— Gail Carriger

Mrs. Loontwill did what any well-prepared mother would do upon finding her unmarried daughter in the arms of a gentleman werewolf: she…

— Gail Carriger

Cats were not, in her experience, an animal with much soul. Prosaic, practical little creatures as a general rule. It would suit…

— Gail Carriger

Alexia suspected Lord Maccon's handling was a tad more than was strictly called for under the circumstances, but she secretly enjoyed the…

— Gail Carriger

I miss him, my lady.” “Well, he is now living adjacent. You can hardly miss him all that much.” “True. But we…

— Gail Carriger

“a rescuer appeared out of the forest. “You screamed, madam?” “Why, Lord Mersey, what are you doing here?” “Following you, of course.…

— Gail Carriger

The more Lord Maccon considered it, the more he grew to like the idea. Certainly his imagination was full of pictures of…

— Gail Carriger

She would have colored gracefully with embarrassment had she not possessed the complexion of one of those “heathen Italians,” as her mother…

— Gail Carriger

“My dearest girl,' said the vampire finally, examining Lord Maccon with an exhausted but appreciative eye, 'such a banquet. Never been one…

— Gail Carriger

She reached inside the wide ruffle and pulled out a little vial. “Poison?” asked Lady Maccon, tilting her head to one side.…

— Gail Carriger

What if all those strange and unexplainable bends in history were the result of supernatural interference? At which point I asked myself,…

— Gail Carriger

“Dearest Alexia, Oh, please absolve me of this guilt I already feel squishing on my very soul! My troubled heart weeps! Oh…

— Gail Carriger

She moved with such purpose it was as though she walked with exclamation marks.

— Gail Carriger

I am rather fond of ladybugs. They are so delightfully hemispherical.

— Gail Carriger

As with most things in life, Lady Maccon preferred the civilized exterior to the dark underbelly (with the exception of pork products,…

— Gail Carriger

There are words to describe her, my dear, but one does not repeat them in polite company.

— Gail Carriger

Ever since her trip with Alexia to Scotland, Mrs. Tunstell had rather a taste for foreign travel. Alexia blamed it on the…

— Gail Carriger

“It was typical of her character that she simply assumed she would, eventually, gain control over the situation.”

— Gail Carriger

Ooo,” said Alexia, fascinated, “it shrinks back down again. The books didn't detail that occurrence.” The earl laughed. “You must show me…

— Gail Carriger

His eyes are peculiar. There is nothing in them, like an eclair without the cream filling. It's wrong, lack of cream.

— Gail Carriger