"There was a pleasantness to the air and a spirit about the town that did not come from its color, but from some inner, tasty citrus quality. It made Alexia wonder fancifully if cities could have souls..."
- Gail Carriger
"The Earl of Woolsey was indeed completely nude. He did not seem particularly perturbed by this fact, but Miss Tarabotti felt the sudden need to close her eyes tight and think about asparagus or someth..."
"He has been mad for you these many months, ever since you prodded him in the nether regions with a hedgehog."
"Great, Alexia thought, I have gone from soul sucker to electrical ground. The epithets just get sweeter and sweeter."
"Mortals trotted about in shoes and corsets made to limit movement, fashion for prey."