Madame Lefoux accepted a cup of tea and sat on another little settee, next to the relocated calico cat. The cat clearly believed Madame Lefoux was there to provide chin scratches. Madame Lefoux provided.
~ Gail Carriger
Sophronia and Dimity took a vacant love seat at the front, Sophronia dislodging a large, fluffy cat with a scrunched-up face. The cat gave her a disgusted look. Or seemed to; it was hard to tell with that face.
Most girls recently out of finishing school are like soufflés: puffed up, not very substantial inside, and prone to collapsing at the slightest provocation.
After four marriages, and four deaths, she had everything in life a woman might desire: titled position, swollen coffers, the freedom to travel, and a world that accepted her because it was afraid of her.
Gavin tried not to stare at the lobster. He decided not to inquire further. Whatever Jack's reasoning, best to accept that crustaceans were necessary to his view of the world.
What do you want? Sophronia was moved to exasperation.Me? Stockings and breeches to come back in fashion. I do miss seeing a man's calves.
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.
He might have lost his mind, but never his fashion sense.
Mortals trotted about in shoes and corsets made to limit movement, fashion for prey.
Chasing ghosts while pursued by daemons...
Consider the necessary, analyze the consequences, clean up the mess.
The important question is, what will your wear for a wedding dress, Alexia? You look horrible in white.
The monkeys, she explained, were considered reincarnated politicians, which made Rue laugh and the stick entirely understandable.
I never gossip. I observe. And then relay my observations to practically everyone.
I hate missing everything. That's why I want to marry well and be a grand lady. Then I can host all the parties, all the time, and see everything that is going on always. How can you stand not knowing?
When all else fails, dress beautifully and throw your food.
I don't want my writing to be work to read. My main goal is completely shameless entertainment. I want people to smile and giggle and enjoy the book. I'm not trying to save the world through literature.
