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Blameless (Parasol Protectorate, #3) Blameless by Gail Carriger
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“I have died and gone to the land of bad novels.”
Gail Carriger, Blameless
“Lord Maccon was built like a brick outhouse, with opinions twice as unmoving and often equally full of crap.”
Gail Carriger, Blameless
“I mean to say, really, I am near to developing a neurosis - is there anyone around who doesn't want to study or kill me?"
Floote raised a tentative hand.
"Ah, yes, thank you, Floote."
"There is also Mrs Tunstell, madam," he offered hopefully, is if Ivy were some kind of consolation prize.
"I notice you don't mention my fair-weather husband."
"I suspect, at this moment, madam, he probably wants to kill you."
Alexia couldn't help smiling. "Good point.”
Gail Carriger, Blameless
“His eyes are peculiar. There is nothing in them, like an eclair without the cream filling. It's wrong, lack of cream.”
Gail Carriger, Blameless
“One should do what one is best at on as large a scale as possible.”
Gail Carriger, Blameless
“I am rather fond of ladybugs. They are so delightfully hemispherical.”
Gail Carriger, Blameless
“No, Lord Maccon was riproaring, tumble down, without a doubt, pickled beyond the gherkin.”
Gail Carriger, Blameless
“Lyall understood a broken heart, but it could not be allowed to rumple perfectly good shirtwaists.”
Gail Carriger, Blameless
“Really, Channing,” remonstrated Alexia, “did you have to eat the man’s dog? I am convinced you will experience terrible indigestion.”
Gail Carriger, Blameless
“Floote, what is going on? Do they think I
am contagious? Should I assure them I was
born with a nose this size?”
Gail Carriger, Blameless
“She poked him in the center of his chest with two fingers to punctuate her words.
“You are an unfeeling”—poke —“traitorous”—poke—“mistrusting”—poke—“rude”—poke —“booby!”
Every poke turned him mortal, but Lord Maccon didn’t seem to mind it in the least. Instead he grabbed the hand that poked him and brought it to his lips. “You put it very well, my love.”
Gail Carriger, Blameless
“Ah, no, deployment was delayed after you left. Technical difficulties.”
“Oh?”
“Yes, it was technically difficult to leave a heartbroken Alpha.”
Gail Carriger, Blameless
“How was I to know idiocy was only a temporary condition, especially in your case? It never has been before!”
Gail Carriger, Blameless
“Lord Maccon, being Lord Maccon and good at such things, then changed, right there in the Thames, from dog-paddling wolf to large man treading water. He did so flawlessly, so that his head never went under the water. Professor Lyall suspected him of practicing such maneuvers in the bathtub.”
Gail Carriger, Blameless
“So, what do you think, my dear, will it be a girl or a boy?”
“It will be a soul-stealer, apparently.”
“What!” The earl reared away from his wife and looked down at her suspiciously.”
Gail Carriger, Blameless
“Professor Lyall looked modestly proud. "I am considered a bit of an expert on the procreative practices of Ovis orientalis aries."

"Sheep?"

"Sheep."

"Sheep!" Madame Lefoux's voice came over suddenly high, as though she were suppressing an inclination to giggle.

"Yes, as in baaaa." Professor Lyall frowned. Sheep were a serious business, and he failed to see the source of Madame Lefoux's amusement.

"Let me understand this correctly. You are a werewolf with a keen interest in sheep breeding?" A little bit of French accent trickled into Madame Lefoux's speech in her glee.

Professor Lyall continued bravely on, ignoring her flippancy. "I preserve the nonviable embryo in formaldehyde for future study. Lord Maccon has been drinking my samples. When confronted, he admitted to enjoying both the refreshing beverage and the 'crunchy picked snack' as well. I was not pleased.”
Gail Carriger, Blameless
“Someone was trying to kill Lady Alexia Maccon. It was most inconvenient, as she was in a dreadful hurry. Given her previous familiarity with near-death experiences and their comparative frequency with regards to her good self, Alexia should probably have allowed extra time for such a predictable happenstance.”
Gail Carriger, Blameless
“Ivy returned his direct gaze with a particularly innocent smile. "The great advantage," she said, "of being thought silly, is that people forget and begin to think one might also be foolish. I may, Professor Lyall, be a trifle enthusiastic in my manner and dress, but I am no fool.”
Gail Carriger, Blameless
“It had taken her a good deal of time before she believed that she was worth all that fierce affection he lavished upon her. To have it stolen away unjustly was that much more cruel.”
Gail Carriger, Blameless
“Lord Macon:"Went for a wee nightly run. Needed peace and quiet. Needed air in my fur. Needed fields under my paws. Needed, oh I canna -hic- explain...needed the company of hegehogs."
Professor Lyall:"And did you find it?"
Lord Macon:"Find what? No hedgehogs. Stupid hedgehogs.”
Gail Carriger, Blameless
“Professor Lyall, cursing his Alpha for departing so precipitously, balled up the piece of paper and, after minor consideration for the delicacy of the information it contained, ate it.”
Gail Carriger, Blameless
“The door was locked and Alexia, resourceful as she was, had not yet learned to pick locks. Though she mentally added it to her list of useful skills she needed to acquire along with hand-to-hand combat and the recipe for pesto. If her life were to continue on its present track which after 26 years of obscurity, now seemed to mainly involve people trying to kill her, it would appear that acquiring a less savory skill set might be necessary. Although she supposed pesto making ought to be termed 'more savory'.”
Gail Carriger, Blameless
“She was no closer to determining who might want her dead. There were just too many possibilities.”
Gail Carriger, Blameless
“Alexia sighed. "It is times like this I wish I could talk to my mother."
"Good gracious, what good would that do, madam?" Floote was moved to speak by the outrageousness of Alexia's statement.
"Well, whatever she said, I could simply take the opposite point of view.”
Gail Carriger, Blameless
“Sheep?"
"Sheep."
"Sheep!"
...
"Yes, as in baaaa.”
Gail Carriger, Blameless
“Just because history says it isn't possible doesn't mean that there aren't exceptions.”
Gail Carriger, Blameless
“Professor Lyall looked modestly proud. "I am considered a bit of an expert on the procreative practices of Ovis orientalis aries."
"Sheep?"
"Sheep."
"Sheep!" Madame Lefoux's voice came over suddenly high, as though she were suppressing an inclination to giggle.
"Yes, as in baaaa." Professor Lyall frowned.”
Gail Carriger, Blameless
“Could that technique, she wondered, be legitimately referred to as a “parassault”?”
Gail Carriger, Blameless
“Lyall had spent centuries nibbling about the great layered cake that was polite society while Lord Akeldama acted the part of the frosting on its top.”
Gail Carriger, Blameless
“Your father, madam, was fully cremated. I made absolutely certain.”
Alexia swallowed silently and then said fervently, “Thank you, Floote.”
Gail Carriger, Blameless

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