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I believe there is a considerable range in the bang of most guns.
Gail Carriger
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Gail Carriger
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: May 4
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Why? I mean, why you? I can perfectly comprehend not liking my husband. I dislike him intensely most of the time.” Professor Lyall stifled a chuckle. “I am given to understand that he does not approve of spelling one’ s name with two ll’s. He finds it inexcusably Welsh. I suspect he may be quite taken with you, however.
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He...boasted an unassuming mustache, which was perched atop his upper lip cautiously, as though it were slightly embarrassed to be there and would like to slide away and become a sideburn or something more fashionable.
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The ill-informed masses included her own family among their ranks, a family that specialized in being both inconvenient and asinine.
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A man was attacking me with a wet handkerchief.
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The duke contents himself mainly with attempting to rule the world and other suchlike nonsense. When one is guiding the patterns of the social universe, a single spinster preternatural is unlikely to cause one undue distress.
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Please, Lord Maccon, use one of the cups. My delicate sensibilities.” The earl actually snorted. “My dear Miss Tarabotti, if you possessed any such things, you certainly have never shown them to me.
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My father, she admitted, was of Italian extraction. Unfortunately, not an affliction that can be cured. She paused. Though he did die.
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Alexia, did you know there is an entire regiment decamping on your front lawn? Laddy Maccon sighed. Really, Ivy, I would never have noticed.
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His eyes were jet-colored circles of perpetual disapproval.
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How ghastly for her, people actually thinking, with their brains, and right next door. Oh, the travesty of it all.
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I may be a werewolf and Scottish, but despite what you may have read about both, we are not cads!
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[She] lost her patience, a thing she was all too prone to misplacing.
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She was no closer to determining who might want her dead. There were just too many possibilities.
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Alexia had spent long hours wondering over that mustache. Werewolves did not grow hair, as they did not age. Where had it come from? Had he always had it? For how many centuries had his poor abused upper lip labored under the burden of such vegetation?
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...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.
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