Gail Carriger Quotes About Husband

Quotes about: Husband

• It's no good choosing your first husband from a school for evil geniuses. Much too difficult to kill.

  Gail Carriger

  Husband, School, Evil

  Gail Carriger (2013). “Etiquette and Espionage: Number 1 in series”, p.85, Hachette UK

• 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

  Husband, Mean, Hands

• Ah, Lady Maccon, how lovely. I did wonder when you would track us down.” “I was unavoidably delayed by husbands and Ivys,” explained Alexia. “These things, regrettably, are bound to occur when one is married and befriended.

  Gail Carriger

  Husband, Track, Lovely

• Oh, Herbert," she said pleadingly to her silent husband, "you must make him marry her! Call for the parson immediately! Look at them... they are...," she sputtered, "canoodling!

  Gail Carriger

  Husband, Looks, Silent

• Alexia had found pregnancy relatively manageable, up to a point. That point having been some three weeks ago, at which juncture her natural reserves of control gave way to sentimentality. Only yesterday she had ended breakfast sobbing over the fried eggs because they looked at her funny. The pack had spent a good half hour trying to find a way to pacify her. Her husband was so worried he looked to start crying himself.

  Gail Carriger

  Husband, Pregnancy, Eggs

• Later on Lady Maccon was to describe that particular day as the worst of her life. She had neither the soul nor the romanticism to consider childbirth magical or emotionally transporting. So far as she could gather it mostly involved pain indignity and mess. There was nothing engaging or appealing about the process. And as she told her husband firmly she intended never to go through it again.

  Gail Carriger

  Pain, Husband, Soul

• 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.

  Gail Carriger

  Husband, Taken, Mean

• Which was why, some six hours later, Alexia Maccon's daughter was born inside the head of an octomaton in the presence of her husband, a comatose werewolf dandy, and a French inventor.

  Gail Carriger

  Daughter, Husband, Six

  Gail Carriger (2011). “Heartless: Book 4 of The Parasol Protectorate”, p.221, Hachette UK

• Lady Maccon stopped suddenly. Her husband got four long strides ahead before he realized she had paused. She was starring thoughtfully up into the aether, twirling the deadly parasol about her head. "I have just remembered something," Alexia said when he returned to her side. "Oh, that explains everything. How foolish of me to think you could walk and remember at the same time.

  Gail Carriger

  Husband, Thinking, Long

• What have I done thins time?" he paused to ask before continuing with his oral expedition about her body: her husband, the intrepid explorer.

  Gail Carriger

  Husband, Done, Body

• I had a recent delivery of new fashion plates from Paris, and you hardly glanced at the hairstyles. My husband tells me you are still having difficulty controlling the change. And your cravat has been tied very simply of late, even for evening events.

  Gail Carriger

  Fashion, Husband, Paris

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