Quote

...Tunstell was not what one could describe as call subtle. His flaming red hair bobbed up with each pointed and articulated footstep as though he were some cloaked Gothic villain creeping across a stage.

Gail Carriger

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Gail Carriger
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: May 4
Archaeologist
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Writer
Bolinas
California
Though
Villain
Footstep
Describe
Cloaked
Subtle
Articulated
Red
Flaming
Across
Creeping
Hair
Gothic
Stage
Footsteps
Call
Pointed
Bobbed

More quotes by Gail Carriger

Image
Miss Tarabotti was not one of life's milk-water misses--in fact, quite the opposite. Many a gentleman had likened his first meeting with her to downing a very strong cognac when one was expecting to imbibe fruit juice--that is to say, startling and apt to leave one with a distinct burning sensation.
Gail Carriger
Image
His lordship can eat my fat—
Gail Carriger
Image
Really, Channing,” remonstrated Alexia, “did you have to eat the man’s dog? I am convinced you will experience terrible indigestion.
Gail Carriger
Image
How ghastly for her, people actually thinking, with their brains, and right next door. Oh, the travesty of it all.
Gail Carriger
Image
Lord Maccon looked up. “Grovel, you say?” Lyall did not glance away from the latest vampire report he was perusing. “Grovel, my lord.
Gail Carriger
Image
Lord Maccon, might we have words on the proper tying of a cravat? For my sanity’s sake? Lord Maccon was nonplussed. Professor Lyall, on the other hand, was pained. “I do what I can.” Lord Akeldama looked at him, pity in his eyes. “You are a brave man.
Gail Carriger
Image
One should do what one is best at on as large a scale as possible.
Gail Carriger
Image
At such close range, even she could hit a vampire full force in the shoulder, surprising him considerably. He paused in his attack. “Well, my word! You can’t threaten me, you’re pregnant!
Gail Carriger
Image
Oh, Professor Lyall, are you making a funny? It doesn’t suit you.” The sandy-haired Beta gave Lady Maccon a dour look. “I am exploring new personality avenues.” “Well, stop it.” “Yes, my lady.
Gail Carriger
Image
Lord Maccon reflected upon the state of his life wherein he had somehow gained a spouse who could not give a pig's foot for the latest dresses out of Paris but who whined about not owning an aethographic transmitter. Well, at least the two were comparable obsessions so far as expense was concerned.
Gail Carriger
Image
Captain Niall, having apparently resigned himself to losing his quarry, was savaging her horsehair petticoat into teeny, tiny shreds. Really, what did my poor petticoat do to offend?
Gail Carriger
Image
Madame Lefoux shrugged. I do not know about that, my lady. I mean to say, one's life is one thing one's technology is an entirely different matter.
Gail Carriger
Image
I never gossip. I observe. And then relay my observations to practically everyone.
Gail Carriger
Image
Lyall understood a broken heart, but it could not be allowed to rumple perfectly good shirtwaists.
Gail Carriger
Image
I am entirely capable. Of what, waddling up to someone and ruthlessly bumping into them?
Gail Carriger
Image
His eyes were jet-colored circles of perpetual disapproval.
Gail Carriger
Image
These feelings you engender in me, my lord, are most indelicate. You should stop causing them immediately.
Gail Carriger
Image
She had to give her teachers credit: they were right to insist all pupils carry scissors, handkerchiefs, perfume and hair ribbons at all times. At some point she'd learn why they also required a red lace doily and a lemon.
Gail Carriger
Image
A vampire, like a lady, never reveals his true age.
Gail Carriger
Image
Alexia blinked stupidly at the Beta from around the earl’s upper arm. Her heart was doing crazy things, and she still could not locate her kneecaps. She took a deep breath and put some serious attention into tracking them down.
Gail Carriger