“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
“Very good, Monique. Perfect as always. Next time, Sidheag, smaller handkerchief. A lady carries embroidered muslin, not-what on earth is that? A… — Gail Carriger Copy Share Image
“Coming to the ball, Mr. Plumleigh-Teignmott?” “Ball? If you insist.” Pillover slid off his trunk, and Roger jumped down to help him… — Gail Carriger Copy Share Image
“What on earth could we girls possibly learn from a werewolf?" Sophronia wondered. "How to keep a hat on no matter what… — Gail Carriger Copy Share Image
