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FUN FEATURE ~ Parasol Protectorate Deleted Scenes (Special Extra)

Posted by Gail Carriger

Parasol Protectorate Deleted Scenes

Please be aware that deleted scenes may and often do contain spoilers. Read at your own risk.

 

DELETED BITS from Soulless

The Hypocras Club Objectives
* Attentiveness — Identify and understand the supernatural threat, assess vulnerabilities, determine potential impacts and disseminate information to our members and security partners.
* Preclusion — Detect, deter and mitigate the supernatural threat to the commonwealth.
* Precaution — Safeguard normal humans and their freedoms, and maintain critical infrastructure and intellectual advancement of the scientific community.

Alexia’s Father’s Journal
Ivy had always been faintly cheered by the fact that should a marriage bed ever be in her future, she could go to Alexia for an explanation of what might occur there. Sadly for Miss Hisselpenny, such an explanation was likely to contain concepts that would shock the most experienced whore down dockside, let alone a gently bred lady. Mr. Tarabotti had had very exotic interests indeed, and Alexia hadn’t the experience to provide any kind of filter.

DELETED BITS from Changeless

Description of Woolsey Castle
The most scandalous thing about Woolsey Castle was not that it housed a pack of werewolves. After all, only the best counties could boast such an eccentricity. Nor was it the fact that it boasted eight flying buttresses – an architecturally immodest choice. No, the most scandalous thing about Woolsey Castle was that there was a bedroom, and sometimes several, on every single storey, even the first. The original owner was a bit of an eccentric, in the “if he had not had money he would have been called insane” kind of way. Woolsey was no castle, not really. It was instead a modern manor house made to look like a castle with stone facings, an excessive number of haphazardly applied turrets, crenelated battlements, extensive dungeons, and the aforementioned buttresses.

Scene with Lyall, Channing, & Biffy (just after breaking and entering)
Channing crossed his arms. “I would have been just as effective.”
“Yes, but Biffy was a safer choice.”
Biffy looked mildly offended.
“If he was caught it would be thought an inter-vampire plot, if you were caught it would be considered an inter-species plot.”
Biffy looked less offended and nodded his agreement with Lyall’s assessment.
Channing was militant. “I do not trust him!”
“Biffy?” Lyall wondered mildly.
Biffy looked pleased at the accusation.
Channing was annoyed with Lyall’s obtuseness. “No, no, Lord Akeldama.”
Lyall puffed air out his nostrils in annoyance. “You do not trust vampires.”
“You saying you do trust them?”
Professor Lyall looked out the carriage window.
Channing had never learned the art of silence. “I am Gamma. It is my nature to question.”
“You are you. It is your nature to be a prat.”
Biffy gave a tiny gasp at such werewolf directness. It was most unsettling to a vampire drone.
Channing smiled. “Admit it, you sense it too. We are missing something.” He looked at the drone. “Why does your master like our fiery lady Alpha so much?”
Biffy shrugged. “They are friends.”
Channing ignored this reply and turned back to Professor Lyall. “You and I have dabbled in London politics long enough to know: Lord Akeldama doesn’t have friends.”
Professor Lyall gave his Gamma a level look. “You like her, admit it.”
Biffy muttered, “Major Channing seems to like nothing but Major Channing.”
Major Channing ignored this. “She’s plucky. I like plucky. She’s not, however, to Lord Akeldama’s taste. What does he really want with her?”
“Give it a rest, would you please Channing?”
“You know something!”
Lyall glared at him. “Yes. I know the right question to ask. You are not asking it.”
“Oh?”
“What have we learned on this little adventure of ours?”
Channing blinked icy blue eyes at his Beta blankly.
It was Biffy who answered. “That my master is not the only vampire to find Lady Maccon intriguing.”
“Exactly.” With which Professor Lyall turned once more to stare out the carriage window, apparently fascinated by the way the gas lighting flickered over the cobbled street.

DELETED BITS from Blameless

Blog entry all about the Knights Templar and the notes that built them into the men they are in Blameless.

In Which Alexia Compares Marriage to Kidnapping
Due, she suspected, entirely to the interference of Lord Conall Maccon, Earl of Woolsey, circumstances had arranged for Alexia to experience a series of kidnappings that culminated in a rather more long term version of the uncomfortable experience, if marriage can be referred to as such. Which, she felt, marriage to Lord Maccon, could be. Or was she, perhaps, besmirching the reputation of imprisonments everywhere through such a comparison?

Regardless, it appeared she was currently embroiled in yet another state of abduction. Although, it must be admitted, she wasn’t entirely certain that being confined to ones well-appointed room, with a delicious view of Italy’s premier artistic city could be, rightly, referred to as being kidnapped. It certainly was, so far, working out better than her marriage, but she did feel ever-so-slightly imprisoned. Since the Templars seemed to have discovered her weakness, and had been plying her with gnocchi and pesto for the entire day, she was, for the moment, disinclined to complain about the situation. She was even allowed regular trips to the library. She was not allowed into the city anymore, but this seemed a small price to pay for unending pesto and library privileges. However, as they appeared to believe they could keep her in such a state for the next seven months or so, she was figuring that at some point her love of the little green covered dumplings might deteriorate enough for her to contemplate escape. As it was, she was happy to chew and stare out into the orange glory of the Italian landscape with a head full of mild speculation and a hope for Floote and Genevieve’s safety.

Her peace was only broken by occasional visits from Mr. Lange-Wilsdorf, who insisted on running a series of intrusive and occasionally embarrassing tests, after which he would vanish once more, muttering to himself in his own language. No Templar, including the preceptor, intruded upon her peace and quiet, and if Alexia missed the bumbling clattering noises of Woolsey castle and its hairy inhabitants she did not admit it, even to herself. After the excitement of her European Tour so far, she was happy for the break, at least she was not running from anything, whacking at anyone, or passing out. Life, it might even be said, was looking up.

In Which the Origin’s of Ivy’s Letter Is Discussed
Floote having – though some miraculous feet of butler-dum – hired a pony and trap to take their luggage back through the town, turned up at Alexia’s elbow. “If you are through here, madam?”
His tone, Alexia noticed, was unwarranted in its sharpness. “Something troubling you, Floote?”
“That letter is dangerous, madam.”
Alexia looked with shock at the innocent apple-blossom scented communiqué. “Is it really? Who would have thought?” Hurriedly she tucked it up one sleeve and followed her personal secretary towards the hired cart.
Floote explained. “Not in what in contains, madam, but in what it represents. If the honorable Mrs. Tunstell has managed to track us down here, then the vampires certainly cannot be far behind.”
Alexia considered the obsession. “Indeed. You raise very good question, Floote, how did Ivy manage such a thing?” She examined the outside of the letter. “It looks as though it came through to Monsieur Trouvé via your university contacts, Madame Lefoux. Your ghostly Aunt must have known where to send it and directed Ivy accordingly. I can’t imagine Ivy consulting with a ghost, but there you have it.”
“Oh dear,” Madame Lefoux looked apprehensive. “I did not mean to put any of my friends or scientific acquaintances in danger.”
Alexia nodded her agreement. “Nor I. After all, the vampires are after me. I do hope your associates remain unmolested. What about Monsieur Trouvé?”
Madame Lefoux sidled up to Alexia and nodded downwards. The Frenchwoman opened her tightly closed fist and flashed Alexia a peek of some small object she held clutched in her hand. It was a tiny brass octopus.
“Oh!” Alexia’s voice was soft. “Is that what was left sitting atop your hatbox! Is it a sign?”
Madame Lefoux began to explain in hushed tones, “Well, you see back when –”
Floote interrupted, sharply. “I think perhaps we ought to think on our own safety, for the moment, ladies.”

Bird’s nest hat by Chicago milliner Bes Ben, c. 1941 via @FashionHistoryM Twitter

On the Danger of a Fly to One’s Reputation
Those few cabs that were available were all hansoms. While Alexia admitted a two-seat fly was speedy and agile, she couldn’t get over her feeling that it was a rather racy mode of transport for a mature lady. She preferred a proper coach. But she had to cast her scruples aside for Madame Lefoux and Floote swung themselves in with alacrity into the first fly that stopped and Alexia had no choice but to follow.

In Which Floote Talks (too much) About Alessandro Tarabotti
Floote cleared his throat delicately. “Perhaps we should return to our quarters, ladies. We are perilously close to being observed in familial proximity.”
Floote drew Alexia aside once they reached their apartments on a lower deck. Madame Lefoux having gone, so she said, to ‘handle the mustache.’
“He did come to see you once, madam. He watched you crawl about, from across Hyde Park, using a spyglass. You were still in nappies.”
“A spyglass? How reassuring.”
Floote gave a funny little half shoulder twitch that Alexia suspected was his version of a shrug. “If you knew Mr. Tarabotti, you would realize, that was practically a declaration of undying affection.”
“Not very demonstrative, my dad?”
“About as affectionate as a poisonous jellyfish, and just as easy to keep hold of.”
Alexia wrinkled her nose, “Yeach.”
“Just so, madam.”
Floote turned to leave.
“But Floote, I thought you liked my father.”
Floote’s perennially stiff back, stiffened ever so slightly more.
“Good evening, madam,” he said, in his no nonsense voice.
Alexia knew that tone well enough; she would get no more out of him tonight. “Good evening, Floote.”

Praise for the Parasol Protectorate Series

 

  • Fangirlish says of the Parasol Protectorate series: “You’ve got the steampunk, 007 spy angle with some supernatural shenanigans… and viola… it is one of the best book series ever!”
  • Magic of Books Book Video Blog says: “I don’t think I’ve read any book quite like this series. There’s just something really unique and refreshing about Gail Carriger’s writing. It’s incredibly humorous. It’s incredibly witty and I think, most important of all, it’s cleverly intelligent.”
  • BloomTV Video Blog says: “The writing is witty and hilarious and funny. That’s partly why I love Gail Carriger so much. She writes these amazing, unique characters who have witty banter with each other.”
  • Lindsey Rey does an Author Exploration on Gail Carriger: “What I love so much about Gail Carriger’s works are her characters. Her characters are always fully three-dimensional, they’re interesting, they’re funny, they make you laugh. The way Gail Carriger writes them you just fall in love with the entire cast.”
  • Emma Newman of Split Worlds series:: “Of course, it’s more than just the alternative history and world-building that made me fall in love with the series; the characters are great fun and the pacing is fantastic. It’s a gorgeous, sumptuous world that is fun and comforting to sink into, so if you haven’t tried it yet (and honestly, where have you been?) then please do.” (Emma is also the genius behind the Tea & Jeopardy podcast, and one of my favorite voice actresses.
  • Joy’s Book Blog says: “I don’t think you need to be a fantasy or steampunk fan to enjoy this series. It’s all about the humor.”
  • Lilyreadbooks says: “The perfect blend of Steampunk science, supernatural creatures, and Victorian comedy.”

Blameless Extras ~ Deleted Scenes (Special Extras)

Posted by Gail Carriger

Gentle Reader, here is a blast from the past for you. This blog post is all about extra bits relating to Blameless.

Blameless Cover Art

First off, we’ll start with the infamous cover art video!

Research & Characters

DELETED BITS from Blameless

In Which Alexia Compares Marriage to Kidnapping

Due, she suspected, entirely to the interference of Lord Conall Maccon, Earl of Woolsey, circumstances had arranged for Alexia to experience a series of kidnappings that culminated in a rather more long term version of the uncomfortable experience, if marriage can be referred to as such. Which, she felt, marriage to Lord Maccon, could be. Or was she, perhaps, besmirching the reputation of imprisonments everywhere through such a comparison?

Regardless, it appeared she was currently embroiled in yet another state of abduction. Although, it must be admitted, she wasn’t entirely certain that being confined to ones well-appointed room, with a delicious view of Italy’s premier artistic city could be, rightly, referred to as being kidnapped. It certainly was, so far, working out better than her marriage, but she did feel ever-so-slightly imprisoned. Since the Templars seemed to have discovered her weakness, and had been plying her with gnocchi and pesto for the entire day, she was, for the moment, disinclined to complain about the situation. She was even allowed regular trips to the library. She was not allowed into the city anymore, but this seemed a small price to pay for unending pesto and library privileges. However, as they appeared to believe they could keep her in such a state for the next seven months or so, she was figuring that at some point her love of the little green covered dumplings might deteriorate enough for her to contemplate escape. As it was, she was happy to chew and stare out into the orange glory of the Italian landscape with a head full of mild speculation and a hope for Floote and Genevieve’s safety.

Her peace was only broken by occasional visits from Mr. Lange-Wilsdorf, who insisted on running a series of intrusive and occasionally embarrassing tests, after which he would vanish once more, muttering to himself in his own language. No Templar, including the preceptor, intruded upon her peace and quiet, and if Alexia missed the bumbling clattering noises of Woolsey castle and its hairy inhabitants she did not admit it, even to herself. After the excitement of her European Tour so far, she was happy for the break, at least she was not running from anything, whacking at anyone, or passing out. Life, it might even be said, was looking up.

In Which the Origins of Ivy’s Letter are Discussed

Floote having – though some miraculous feet of butler-dum – hired a pony and trap to take their luggage back through the town, turned up at Alexia’s elbow. “If you are through here, madam?”
His tone, Alexia noticed, was unwarranted in its sharpness. “Something troubling you, Floote?”
“That letter is dangerous, madam.”
Alexia looked with shock at the innocent apple-blossom scented communiqué. “Is it really? Who would have thought?” Hurriedly she tucked it up one sleeve and followed her personal secretary towards the hired cart.
Floote explained. “Not in what in contains, madam, but in what it represents. If the honorable Mrs. Tunstell has managed to track us down here, then the vampires certainly cannot be far behind.”
Alexia considered the obsession. “Indeed. You raise very good question, Floote, how did Ivy manage such a thing?” She examined the outside of the letter. “It looks as though it came through to Monsieur Trouvé via your university contacts, Madame Lefoux. Your ghostly Aunt must have known where to send it and directed Ivy accordingly. I can’t imagine Ivy consulting with a ghost, but there you have it.”
“Oh dear,” Madame Lefoux looked apprehensive. “I did not mean to put any of my friends or scientific acquaintances in danger.”
Alexia nodded her agreement. “Nor I. After all, the vampires are after me. I do hope your associates remain unmolested. What about Monsieur Trouvé?”
Madame Lefoux sidled up to Alexia and nodded downwards. The Frenchwoman opened her tightly closed fist and flashed Alexia a peek of some small object she held clutched in her hand. It was a tiny brass octopus.
“Oh!” Alexia’s voice was soft. “Is that what was left sitting atop your hatbox! Is it a sign?”
Madame Lefoux began to explain in hushed tones, “Well, you see back when –”
Floote interrupted, sharply. “I think perhaps we ought to think on our own safety, for the moment, ladies.”

On the Danger of a Fly to One’s Reputation

Those few cabs that were available were all hansoms. While Alexia admitted a two-seat fly was speedy and agile, she couldn’t get over her feeling that it was a rather racy mode of transport for a mature lady. She preferred a proper coach. But she had to cast her scruples aside for Madame Lefoux and Floote swung themselves in with alacrity into the first fly that stopped and Alexia had no choice but to follow.

In Which Floote Talks (too much) About Alessandro Tarabotti

Floote cleared his throat delicately. “Perhaps we should return to our quarters, ladies. We are perilously close to being observed in familial proximity.”
Floote drew Alexia aside once they reached their apartments on a lower deck. Madame Lefoux having gone, so she said, to ‘handle the mustache.’
“He did come to see you once, madam. He watched you crawl about, from across Hyde Park, using a spyglass. You were still in nappies.”
“A spyglass? How reassuring.”
Floote gave a funny little half shoulder twitch that Alexia suspected was his version of a shrug. “If you knew Mr. Tarabotti, you would realize, that was practically a declaration of undying affection.”
“Not very demonstrative, my dad?”
“About as affectionate as a poisonous jellyfish, and just as easy to keep hold of.”
Alexia wrinkled her nose, “Yeach.”
“Just so, madam.”
Floote turned to leave.
“But Floote, I thought you liked my father.”
Floote’s perennially stiff back, stiffened ever so slightly more.
“Good evening, madam,” he said, in his no nonsense voice.
Alexia knew that tone well enough; she would get no more out of him tonight. “Good evening, Floote.”

Praise for Blameless

  • Review of Blameless in Portuguese by Over Shock.
    Lost in Librolandia says: “I cannot recommend this series enough! Honestly, if you are not reading Gail Carriger, you are severely deprived of the most amazing witty banter I have ever read. Her writing is superb!”
  • Blogger Lé Pimenta says: “O protetorado da sombrinha não é somente mais uma serie sobrenatural salpicada de romance ou vice versa e sim algo novo, criativo e descaradamente sarcástico que promove um enredo de tirar o fôlego e idéias novas sobre como misturar todo esse mundo que falei acima acrescentando a era vitoriana e personagens e objetos encontrados nos livros de ficção cientifica e é o desenvolvimento da ideia que faz com que cada novo livro da série seja único e divertidíssimo.”
  • Thanny of Who’s Thanny? says: “Os livros anteriores eram incríveis, mas esse aqui? Esse é espetacular! Com mais ação, como no primeiro livro, cheio de novas informações sobre a mitologia criada/explorada por Carriger e divertidíssimo como ela nunca tinha sido, passar por cada página do livro foi extremamente fácil assim que começado, e era com dor no coração que se chegava às últimas páginas.”
  • Britt Kris from For the Love of the Read says:
    “This is the third in the Parasol Protectorate series, and I enjoyed this one as much as the other two. The writing style follows the same pattern as the other books, with characters speaking in a dialogue appropriate for the indicated time period but also utilizes humor to keep the reader interested.”

{Coop de Book: Gail’s monthly read along for July is The Blue Sword by Robin McKinley.}

SCRIBBLES ROUND UP

  • Meat Cute ~ A Parasolverse Short
    Status: Rough draft complete. Layaway.
    Possible anchor short story for Secret Project A or SS collected/omnibus in 2018 0r 2019.

NOW IN DIGITAL, PRINT & AUDIO!

The Sumage Solution: San Andreas Shifters #1 by G. L. Carriger, now also in audio.
Contemporary m/m paranormal romance featuring a snarky mage and a gruff werewolf. Hella raunchy. Super dirty. Very very fun. Spin off of Marine Biology.

Can a gentle werewolf heal the heart of a smart-mouthed mage?

The Novel Approach says:

“And, while after years of reading shifter fantasy my fear is always that a storyline and its setting will feel stale and uninspired, Carriger manages to keep things fresh and progressive in not only the contemporary urban landscape but in the diversity, humor and warmth she uses to complement some of the weightier elements of Max and Biff’s story.”

GAIL’S DAILY DOSE

Your Moment of Parasol . . .

1900 via @Nikolhistory Arte & Dintorni Classici Evert Jan Boks (1839-1914)

Your Infusion of Cute . . .

Your Tisane of Smart . . .

The Dumbo Octopus Is Eight Cute Legs of Stone Cold Murder

Your Writerly Tinctures . . .  

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Changeless Extras ~ Deleted Scenes (Special Extras)

Posted by Gail Carriger

Behind the scenes, Gentle Reader, here are some DELETED BITS from Changeless.

Description of Woolsey Castle

The most scandalous thing about Woolsey Castle was not that it housed a pack of werewolves. After all, only the best counties could boast such an eccentricity. Nor was it the fact that it boasted eight flying buttresses – an architecturally immodest choice. No, the most scandalous thing about Woolsey Castle was that there was a bedroom, and sometimes several, on every single storey, even the first. The original owner was a bit of an eccentric, in the “if he had not had money he would have been called insane” kind of way. Woolsey was no castle, not really. It was instead a modern manor house made to look like a castle with stone facings, an excessive number of haphazardly applied turrets, crenelated battlements, extensive dungeons, and the aforementioned buttresses.

Scene with Lyall, Channing, & Biffy

(just after breaking and entering)

Channing crossed his arms. “I would have been just as effective.”
“Yes, but Biffy was a safer choice.”
Biffy looked mildly offended.
“If he was caught it would be thought an inter-vampire plot, if you were caught it would be considered an inter-species plot.”
Biffy looked less offended and nodded his agreement with Lyall’s assessment.
Channing was militant. “I do not trust him!”
“Biffy?” Lyall wondered mildly.
Biffy looked pleased at the accusation.
Channing was annoyed with Lyall’s obtuseness. “No, no, Lord Akeldama.”
Lyall puffed air out his nostrils in annoyance. “You do not trust vampires.”
“You saying you do trust them?”
Professor Lyall looked out the carriage window.
Channing had never learned the art of silence. “I am Gamma. It is my nature to question.”
“You are you. It is your nature to be a prat.”
Biffy gave a tiny gasp at such werewolf directness. It was most unsettling to a vampire drone.
Channing smiled. “Admit it, you sense it too. We are missing something.” He looked at the drone. “Why does your master like our fiery lady Alpha so much?”
Biffy shrugged. “They are friends.”
Channing ignored this reply and turned back to Professor Lyall. “You and I have dabbled in London politics long enough to know: Lord Akeldama doesn’t have friends.”
Professor Lyall gave his Gamma a level look. “You like her, admit it.”
Biffy muttered, “Major Channing seems to like nothing but Major Channing.”
Major Channing ignored this. “She’s plucky. I like plucky. She’s not, however, to Lord Akeldama’s taste. What does he really want with her?”
“Give it a rest, would you please Channing?”
“You know something!”
Lyall glared at him. “Yes. I know the right question to ask. You are not asking it.”
“Oh?”
“What have we learned on this little adventure of ours?”
Channing blinked icy blue eyes at his Beta blankly.
It was Biffy who answered. “That my master is not the only vampire to find Lady Maccon intriguing.”
“Exactly.” With which Professor Lyall turned once more to stare out the carriage window, apparently fascinated by the way the gas lighting flickered over the cobbled street.

  • The Avid Readers Club says of Changeless, “The author is an altogether genius at merging these genres together in a manner so utterly entertaining, the reader will be positively craving the next installment of the Parasol Protectorate series.”
    Sara of Freadomlibrary says:
    “Loved it! It was mysterious and suspenseful and intriguing. The same level of hilarity and entertainment is abound in this second installment and it was amazing.”
  • Evaine’s Books, Books, and More Books says:
    “One thing that the author does is imbue her characters with a sense of humour – all of the characters.  That just brings them alive to me.”

{Gail’s monthly read along for March is Crown Duel by Sherwood Smith.}

PROJECT ROUND UP

  • Secret Project SAS ~ Novel by G. L. Carriger
    Status: Beta read (fifth draft).
    Contemporary m/m paranormal romance between a snarky mage and a gruff werewolf. Hella raunchy. Super dirty. Very very fun. Spin off of Marine Biology.

OUT NOW

Romancing the Inventor

Romancing the Inventor: A Supernatural Society Novella

A steampunk lesbian romance featuring a maid bent on seducing a brilliant cross-dressing scientist who’s too brokenhearted to notice. Or is she?

GAIL’S DAILY DOSE

Your Moment of Parasol . . .

Theodore Wendel – Lady with Parasol by Stream

Your Infusion of Cute . . .

My Book Nook

Your Tisane of Smart . . .

First attempt in a dirigible balloon, aerostat of the academy of Dijon (1784), early flight collecting card, ca. 1895

Your Writerly Tinctures . . .  

“Each morning my characters greet me with misty faces willing, though chilled, to muster for another day’s progress through the dazzling quicksand the marsh of blank paper.”

~ John Updike

Book News:

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Finishing School Deleted Scenes

Posted by Gail Carriger

In honor of the full Finishing School series now being available in trade paperback, and collected ebooks, (there is no boxed set, sorry) I present unto you, Gentle Reader…

finsihing-school-bundle

Finishing School Deleted Scenes

Please be aware that deleted scenes may (and often do) contain spoilers. Read at your own risk.

Hidden Passages

Despite Lady Linette’s reluctance to talk, Sophronia pressed her. “I had thought the ceiling of the dining hall was too high. How is there room?”
“The aft section is larger than the two forward sections. ”
“It is? I hadn’t noticed.”
“Observation, Miss Temminnick, what have I told you?”
“It is the greatest friend you can have, but betrays easily, and if neglected, may get a girl killed.”
“And you, Miss Plumleigh-Teignmott, did you notice?” Lady Linette turned cornflower blue eyes on Dimity, her expression one of such innocence both girls became suspicious.
Dimity’s own hazel eyes were worried. “Perspective is difficult, from the ground. Neither of us have ever seen the school straight on. And I am not as inquisitive as Sophronia, by nature.”
“You have avoided the question, Mis Plumleigh-Teignmott. What have I told you about redirection?”
“Ask a question. People love to talk about themselves.”
“So, why have you not noticed the differential lay out?”
“Architecture has never been my strong point. How about you, Lady Linette?”
“A clumsy attempt. What is your strong point?” Sophronia thought her teacher was being needlessly tough on Dimity, who was very good at only half of the school’s training – the everyday half. Dimity wanted to become a proper lady, not an intelligencer.
Dimity gave her teacher a cheeky smile and a long blink of the eyelashes.
“Yes, yes. You’re right, that is your strength.”
Lady Linette continued walking, her pace faster even though her stride never lengthened and she glided smoothly.

ace-artemis-fanartist FInishing School Gang

Tether Snap Discussion with Niall
Sophronia, tired from her earlier fight with the thugs, was off enough during practice for Captain Niall to notice.
The third time she tripped and fell, he pulled her aside. “Is something wrong, Miss Temminnick?” His handsome face was concerned.
“I’m just a little tired today, Captain. I do apologize.”
“Everyone has their off days Miss Temminnick, even you. Are you certain there’s nothing else the matter?”
Sophronia remembered what Sidheag had said, about the werewolves not liking the idea of vampires extending their reach. Perhaps Captain Niall would know and tell her the answer to that niggling question Professor Braithwope kept avoiding. Only one way to find out. “I have been wondering captain, what happens if a supernatural creature snaps his tether?”
The good captain looked startled and then took a moment to shout a correction at one of the girls. By the time he returned his attention to her, he was composed. “Well, Miss Temminnick ghost dissanimate and go into second death. Effectively they would be exorcised. And werewolves, well, our tether is to pack. Loners like me, who have no pack, tend to go a bit funny about the brain after a while.”
Sophronia tilted her head in encouragement.
The werewolf laughed. “I’ve a good while to go yet. And I could always join a pack to gain stability.”
Sophronia pretend interest in the antics of her fellow classmates, asking oh so casually, “And vampires?”
Captain Niall said, equally casually. “Most of them don’t survive. It’s not pleasant way to go, death by insanity.” He looked ironically up at the quarter moon. “I suppose you could say that they know for a bit what it’s like to be a moon-mad-like a werewolf.”
“And the ones that do survive?” Sophronia knew she was pushing her luck, but she desperately wanted to know. Felt like she needed to know.
“You know those legends about vampires, the ones from before, the ones from the Dark Ages? Monsters feeding on thousands and bathing in blood? Some of them are invented, many of them are exaggerations to keep daylight folk afraid. But not all of them. And the ones that are true, well, they feature vampires who survived snapped tethers. Far better to die.”
No wonder Professor Braithwope doesn’t want to talk about it. Sophronia said, casually, “Professor Braithwope risks much, living in a floating school.” Every day the possibility that he might fall not to his death, but to madness and destruction. No wonder so few vampires chose a dirigible as a home.
The werewolf looked at her, sharply, something like respect in his tone, “You have no idea, Miss Temminnick.”

FInsihing School Cosplay Sophronia Dimity Vieve

FInsihing School Cosplay Sophronia Dimity Vieve

Sophronia Being Secretive

Dimity shook her honey brown curls. “You’re incorrigible, Sophronia. You’re out most nights about some secretive business or another. Don’t you ever sleep? What about beauty rest? It’s all very well to be an intelligencer, but you can’t let the other side of our education drop. You still have to be a lady! And pretty. Not that you aren’t pretty.”
Sophronia patted her hand. “Don’t worry about me.”
She went out that night, dressed once more in men’s garb. It was so much easier, and if she was seen from a distance the visiting Bunson’s boys would be blamed. So it made for a good diversionary tactic as well.
Unfortunately, though she skulked about various teacher’s balconies with her ear trumpet until well into the wee hours, she heard nothing, and could not even find where the fortune teller had been put to stay. It was a dismal failure.
There was one incident. She caught Professor Lefoux checking in on Professor Braithwope. Before the insanity incident, Sophronia would never have thought they were on friendly terms. Professor Lefoux didn’t seem to be friendly with anyone. But now it was common knowledge that Professor Lefoux was the vampires drone. If if he was mad, he still needed to feed.

Mrs Barnicalegoose

Mrs Barnicalegoose

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Motive by Tanya says of Etiquette & Espionage: “What I like about Sophronia is she is not just book smart. She has common sense and she isn’t drawn into herself. She is friendly and really nice girl. Overall just a very likable character.”

The Peach Martini says of Etiquette & Espionage: “I would recommend this if you enjoyed the Parasol Protectorate series, and I LOVE that you aren’t required to read that before starting this series. There is action, adventure, covert shenanigans…and a few paranormal beings sprinkled in for good measure.”

Mrs Temminneck Tea

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Randomly Yours, Alex says of Curtsies & Conspiracies: “I continue to be fascinated by the development of this world that Carriger initially developed for the Alexia books. And of course I remain desperately keen to find out how this series will intersect with the earlier one.”

Powder & Page says of Curtsies & Conspiracies: “The Finishing School books are immensely fun to read; the characters are bright and lively and I often find myself laughing aloud at their antics.”

Mrs Barnaclegoose

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Candace’s Book Blog says of Waistcoats & Weaponry: “ … does have some serious events that take place in it. That’s okay though, the author does a fantastic job in including serious bits in amongst what is mainly a fun read.”

Sophronia Fna Art Fall

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{Gail’s monthly read along for November is Romancing the Inventor by Gail Carriger. Oh don’t look so shocked.}

PROJECT ROUND UP  

  • Romancing the Werewolf ~ A Supernatural Society Novella
    Status:Rough Draft.
    LBGTQ reunion romance featuring your favorite reluctant werewolf dandy, the return of a certain quietly efficient Beta, and a very unexpected gift.
  • Secret Project SAS ~ Novel
    Status: First draft done. Resting before second draft.
    Contemporary m/m paranormal romance between a snarky mage and a gruff werewolf. Hella raunchy. Super dirty. Very very fun. Spin off of Marine Biology.

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Romancing the Inventor

Romancing the Inventor: A Supernatural Society Novella

A steampunk lesbian romance featuring a maid bent on seducing a brilliant cross-dressing scientist who’s too brokenhearted to notice. Or is she?

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Le Follet Friday, September 1, 1865 Item ID- v. 45, plate 24

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Custard Protocol: Imprudence Teaser ~ Prudence Deleted Scene (Special Extras)

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Hello my dear Gentle Reader,

Imprudence is coming soon so I have a bit of a special extra for you. Here’s a scene that got cut from Prudence featuring everyone’s favorite beta, Professor Lyall, revealing tidbits about the past the Rue never knew.

Lyall on Lady Maccon & Imprudence Foreshadows

Professor Lyall regarded Quesnel for a moment and then said, without sarcasm, “I see he has his mother’s charm.”
“Is Madame Lefoux charming?” wondered Rue, a little unguarded.
“I believe many find her so. Your mother, for example.”
There was something in his tone. Rue wondered if perhaps Professor Lyall had smoldering his own small torch for her mother and seen Madame Lefoux as a rival for Alexia’s affections. Perhaps that was why he had voluntarily exiled himself to Scotland. Despondent over her parents’ happy union he had retreated north to lick his wounded heart. It was a romantic notion.
She said, testing, “Yes, my mother did very well for a spinster.”
Professor Lyall smiled slightly. “A remarkable woman, your mother.”
“Were you in love with her?”
Professor Lyall only raised up his eyebrows, crossed one leg over the other, and continued sipping his undrinkable tea. “Dear me, no. I haven’t the courage.”
Rue sagged back into her chair. “Then who?”
Professor Lyall examined his fingernails. “Soon enough, I think, we’ll be called back to London and things will change for everyone.”
“What things? Why will they change?”
“You haven’t talked with your father on this subject, your blood father?”
Rue gave him another measured look. “Oh, dear, were you in love with him?”
“Oh really, Rue!” Prim fanned herself with one hand.
Quesnel unsuccessfully tried to hide a grin.
“My dear girl, no one but your mother has that kind of courage.”
“Oh, then what?”
Rue’s prying was interrupted by a loud and sudden snore from Percy, whose chin had fallen all the way down into his cravat. On the inhalation he acquired a mouthful of fine muslin and sputtered.
Despite her eager questions, Uncle Lyall only put down his tea cup and looked cagey.

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{Gail’s monthly read along for July is Poison or Protect by Gail Carriger.}

PROJECT ROUND UP  

  • Romancing the Inventor ~ A Supernatural Society Novella
    Status: Developmental edit. Cover reveal and release date to come.
    LBGT romance featuring a parlormaid bent on seducing a certain cross-dressing inventor who is too brokenhearted to notice. Or is she?
  • Romancing the Werewolf ~ A Supernatural Society Novella
    Status: Outline.
    LBGT reunion romance featuring your favorite reluctant werewolf dandy, the return of a certain quietly efficient Beta, and a very unexpected gift.

OUT NEXT

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Imprudence ~ Custard Protocol Book the Second

Rue and the crew of the Spotted Custard return from India with revelations that shake the foundations of England’s scientific community. Queen Victoria is not amused, the vampires are tetchy, and something is wrong with the local werewolf pack. To top it all off, Rue’s best friend Primrose keeps getting engaged to the most unacceptable military types.

Rue has family problems as well. Her vampire father is angry, her werewolf father is crazy, and her obstreperous mother is both. Worst of all, Rue’s beginning to suspect what they really are… is frightened.

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Fan Art Professor Lyall by ~ AtticArt

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Prudence Deleted Scenes (Special Extras)

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Just FYI, Gentle Reader, it is Steampunk Hands Around the World month. I’ll be posting something eventually in accordance with the theme “A Few of My Favorite Steampunk Things.” Hop on over to the Airship Ambassador if you want to read along or participate.

In honor of Prudence now being available in paperback, here are some deleted scenes from that book.

SPOILER ALERT if you haven’t yet read it.

Since this series is currently being written, please be aware that deleted scenes may and often do contain spoilers for this series AND both other series (since this is chronologically last). Read at your own risk.

 Paris – Sur le pont de la Concorde, 1890 via @valmad76 Twitter

Prudence Deleted Scenes

Percy on Rue’s Lightskirt Outfit
Percy said, probably just to contradict, because he never noticed such things, “I think she looked smashing.”
“Thank you, Percy.”
“And disease free.”
“Thank you Percy.”
He evaluated her over this spectacles. “With only a touch of the street side doxy.”
“Thank you, Percy!”

Dama & Uncle Biffy Conflict over Shopping with Rue & Primrose
Dama took Prim’s deviance from her mother’s questionable taste as a point of personal pride. When, in fact, Rue suspected Uncle Rabiffano had more of an effect. Uncle Rabiffano was a very odd sort of werewolf. He often shopped with them, and was always open to advise on outfit coordination, hair, and hats. Adoring him as she did, Primrose was wide open to his influence. Fortunately, Uncle Biffy was the most fashionable member of Rue’s father’s household. Which wasn’t saying much, when one considered Lord Maccon and his pack. But was saying a great deal if pitted against Rue’s adopted father and all the drones. Lord Akeldama’s taste was flashy, Uncle Rabiffano’s was elegant. Both girls had adored Dama’s style when they were six, but now they sought Rabiffano’s council and Lord Akeldama’s approval afterward. It was a delicate wardrobe situation that Rue only managed to balance because the two gentlemen lived in separate houses. They both knew, of course, that the other had influence. It took a great deal of wheedling to convince each that the other didn’t have too much influence.

Walking dresses in “The Girl’s Own Annual,” 1890 via shewhoworshipscarlin tumblr

Rue’s Mother’s Profession
Her mother’s profession, that of secret preternatural advisor to Queen Victoria, sometime spymaster, and member of the Shadow Council, was supposed to be just that . . . secret. Only Britain’s most respectable vampires and werewolves, and a select handful of progressive politicians, even knew of the Shadow Council’s existence let alone the muhjah. Rue had never quite figured out what her mother specifically did, but it certainly kept said mother busy most nights. Her Paw had once said, not entirely sarcastically, that, “It is a position that allows my darling wife to meddle on as wide a scale as possible. She has the whole Empire to organize and terrorize. Keeps her mostly out of household business, offspring. I should be grateful, if I were you.” Rue had taken this as advise, and given her mother’s personality, been very grateful indeed.

Regarding Aunt Ivy’s becoming a vampire, Rue’s birth, & Lady Kingair’s metamorphsis
Rue’s parents had been roundly blamed for all three accidents. But they were collectively so powerful, all the complaining and grumbling was conducted behind their backs. Each ignored accusations of misconduct in their own special way – her mother by willful ignorance, her father by pure cussed obtuseness, and Dama by constant distraction.

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Lady Kingair in a Pickle
The werewolf’s smile broadened. “Kingair can only act under orders from the Shadow Council when they do not conflict with the brigadier. It is a curious position to be in as a pack, for we are now getting two sets of orders: one from the Dewan at home, to give their agent time, and the other from the brigadier, to rescue his kidnapped wife. Lady Kingair, as you might imagine, is not happy to be placed in this situation. Her position is already tenuous, as a female Alpha she is not permitted official rank in the British Army.”

Percy Doesn’t Like Lady Kingair
“Somehow, I feel he’ll be more forthcoming than my dear little niece.”
“Your niece? Oh, Lady Kingair. Yes, you’re probably right in that. A most disagreeable female.”
“Come now, Percy, was she not instantly enamored of you? How unpleasant to have to earn a lady’s regard for once.” Rue stood, hoping Percy would take the hint. After a moment, he stood as well, gathering up his book and making his way to her door. Rue felt a little bad about her teasing. After all, Prim was right, poor Percy didn’t seek out feminine attention on purpose.

Heat of India
Spoo was napping with the other decklings in her hammock. Above decks was as stiffing as bellow had been. The sun beat down, the day murky with stirred up dust and sediment, the mudflats and waters still. Even the sky rail seemed to be slumbering, the mechanical elephant still and silent above Colaba Station. Everyone waited for the worst of the day’s heat to pass.

“A Stroll on the Beach” by Michael Ancher, 1896 via @MimiMatthewsEsq Tumblr

{Gail’s monthly read along for February is Terrier: The Legend of Beka Cooper Book 1 by Tamora Pierce.}

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Your Moment of Parasol . . .

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Your Infusion of Cute . . .

Your Tisane of Smart . . .
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Your Writerly Tinctures . . .  
The Daily Word Counts of 39 Famous Authors

PROJECT ROUND UP 

  • Imprudence ~ Custard Protocol Book the Second. Edit pass. Releases July 19, 2016 in print & eBook to US.
  • Poison or Protect ~ A Delightfully Deadly Novella. Reworking & trimming. Release date to come. Gail’s first foray into hybrid land, featuring a grown up and several-times widowed Preshea and the gentle Scottish captain who could change everything.



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 The Custard Protocol Series (1890s ~ ongoing)
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