We like the shadows. That's where all the power is.

Trust is a lot to ask of someone.

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 something equally mundane.

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.

For you, it's gossip. For me, it's action.

We're a team like tea and milk, or cake and custard, or pork and apple.

It is a valuable thing for an intelligencer to be forgotten.

It didn't feel sporting to shoot at a crazy person, even if that person was a vampire who'd agreed to the job.

After every unladylike action, there must be an equal and opposite reaction. Consider the necessary, analyze the consequences, clean up the mess.

Tonight I crash an airship. On purpose.

He might have lost his mind, but never his fashion sense.

Consider the necessary, analyze the consequences, clean up the mess.

I hate missing everything. That's why I want to marry well and be a grand lady. Then I can host all the parties, all the time, and see everything that is going on always. How can you stand not knowing?