“Nice prong," said Sophronia after a moment. Felix grinned and waggled his eyebrows lasciviously. "Thank you for saying so." Sophronia was instantly… — Gail Carriger Copy Share Image
“Dimity said, "I wrote him poetry!" (...) "Dimity," Sophronia said, horrified by such an admission, "you didn't give him the poetry, did… — Gail Carriger Copy Share Image
“The redhead looked back and forth between them with dread in her eyes. "Oh, dear, scheming. I was afraid this would happen… — Gail Carriger Copy Share Image
“Running away was hardly a romantic pursuit. Except when one was running to Gretna Green.” — Gail Carriger Copy Share Image
“So, did you hold back during that test?" "Maybe a little," Sophronia admitted. Soap grinned. "That's my girl." Sophronia glared at him.… — Gail Carriger Copy Share Image
“Oh, now, Ria, you malign me. I'm as honest as a rose garden is beautiful." "And as full of dung," replied Sophronia… — Gail Carriger Copy Share Image
“You, my child, will marry well. More than once." (...) The lady retrieved the cards and shuffled them back together into one… — Gail Carriger Copy Share Image
“We call him Felix. Doesn't hold with titles, do you, Viscount?" "A luxury only the titled can afford, I'm sure," said Sophronia.… — Gail Carriger Copy Share Image
