AD Warr

“My father,” she admitted, “was of Italian extraction. Unfortunately, not an affliction that can be cured.” She paused. “Though he did die.”
― Gail Carriger, Soulless

“The Gamma paused. “You have a crazed werewolf in your wine cellar?”
“You can think of a better place to stash him?”
“What about the wine?”
― Gail Carriger, Heartless

“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

“Isn't Bunson's training evil geniuses?"
"Yes, mostly."
"Well, is that wise? Having a mess of seedling evil geniuses falling in love with you willy-nilly? What if they feel spurned?"

"Ah, but in the interim, think of the lovely gifts they can make you. Monique bragged that one of her boys made her silver and wood hair sticks as anti-supernatural weapons. With amethyst inlay. And another made her an exploding wicker chicken."
"Goodness, what's that for?"

Dimity pursed her lips. "Who doesn't want an exploding wicker chicken?”
― Gail Carriger, Etiquette & Espionage