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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

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Gail Carriger
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: May 4
Archaeologist
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Writer
Bolinas
California
Spent
Century
Frosting
Lord
Nibbling
Society
Layered
Part
Acted
Great
Polite
Centuries
Cake

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