Tamara

“Shut your cake hole, you revolting young blot.”
― Gail Carriger, Manners & Mutiny

“The sofa clattered back into motion and came after her but was confined to the shed. It stopped in the doorway, glaring at her and shaking threatening tassels--if an object without eyes can be said to glare. Sophronia felt sorry for the chaise longue, but she wasn't going to risk being caught in order to mollify a gaudy piece of furniture.”
― Gail Carriger, Curtsies & Conspiracies

“Dirigibles were all well and good if one wanted to waft about the countryside, taking in views. Gavin wanted his tea. And not to have to kill Lady Villentia. But tea first. The”
― Gail Carriger, Poison or Protect

“But I don’t want to be a vampire drone.” Sophronia winced. “They’ll suck my blood and make me wear only the very latest fashions.”
― Gail Carriger, Etiquette & Espionage