Contents ( 47)
- HEARTLESS
- The Parasol Protectorate: Book the Fourth
- GAIL CARRIGER
- Acknowledgments
- PROLOGUE
- P Is for Preternatural
- CHAPTER ONE
- In Which Lady Alexia Maccon Waddles
- CHAPTER TWO
- Wherein Alexia Will Not Be Flung
- CHAPTER THREE
- Matters Ghostly
- CHAPTER FOUR
- Where Tethered Specters Meet
- CHAPTER FIVE
- The Lair of the Octopus
- CHAPTER SIX
- In Which Mrs. Tunstell Proves Useful
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- The Werewolves of Woolsey Castle
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- Death by Teapot
- CHAPTER NINE
- In Which the Past Complicates the Present
- CHAPTER TEN
- Ivy’s Agent Doom
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- Wherein Hairmuffs Become All the Rage
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- Formerly Beatrice Lefoux
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- The Octopus Stalks at Moonlight
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- In Which Lady Maccon Mislays Her Parasol
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- Where Dirigibles Fear to Tread
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- A Clot of Vampires
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- In Which We All Learn a Little Something About Prudence
- extras
- meet the author
- introducing
- Contents
- BY GAIL CARRIGER
- Praise for The Parasol Protectorate Series
- Copyright
Maybe the smoke and fatigue were playing tricks on me. Maybe it had really said my name. I wasn’t sure, but I didn’t have time to worry about that. I had a body to bury.
As I dug in, my eyes started to sting. I tried to convince myself it was merely a reaction to the smoke, but a voice in my head whispered, “Guilt.” With ruthless determination, I shoved my conscience down, compressing it into a tiny knot and shoving it into a dark corner of myself. Maybe later I’d pull it out and examine it. Or maybe not.
Good assassins dispose of problems without remorse. Even if the problem was a friend.
Contents
Front Cover Image
Welcome
Extras
Meet the Author
A Preview of RED-HEADED STEPCHILD
Acknowledgments
PROLOGUE: P Is for Preternatural
CHAPTER ONE: In Which Lady Alexia Maccon Waddles
CHAPTER TWO: Wherein Alexia Will Not Be Flung
CHAPTER THREE: Matters Ghostly
CHAPTER FOUR: Where Tethered Specters Meet
CHAPTER FIVE: The Lair of the Octopus
CHAPTER SIX: In Which Mrs. Tunstell Proves Useful
CHAPTER SEVEN: The Werewolves of Woolsey Castle
CHAPTER EIGHT: Death by Teapot
CHAPTER NINE: In Which the Past Complicates the Present
CHAPTER TEN: Ivy’s Agent Doom
CHAPTER ELEVEN: Wherein Hairmuffs Become All the Rage
CHAPTER TWELVE: Formerly Beatrice Lefoux
CHAPTER THIRTEEN: The Octopus Stalks at Moonlight
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: In Which Lady Maccon Mislays Her Parasol
CHAPTER FIFTEEN: Where Dirigibles Fear to Tread
CHAPTER SIXTEEN: A Clot of Vampires
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: In Which We All Learn a Little Something About Prudence
By Gail Carriger
Praise for The Parasol Protectorate Series
Copyright
BY GAIL CARRIGER
The Parasol Protectorate
Soulless
Changeless
Blameless
Heartless
Timeless
Praise for The Parasol Protectorate Series
“Carriger debuts brilliantly with a blend of Victorian romance, screwball comedy of manners and alternate history. . . . This intoxicatingly witty parody will appeal to a wide cross-section of romance, fantasy and steampunk fans.”
—Publishers Weekly (starred review)
“Spectacular debut novel . . . a real page-turner.”
—Romantic Times
“Soulless is a character-driven romp with great worldbuilding and delicious rapier wit that recalls Austen and P. G. Wodehouse.”
—io9.com
“A delightfully fun supernatural comedy of manners, with a refreshing romance thrown in—and a highly promising first novel.”
—Locus
“Soulless has all the delicate charm of a Victorian parasol, and all the wicked force of a Victorian parasol secretly weighted with brass shot and expertly wielded. Ravishing.”
—Lev Grossman, New York Times Bestselling Author of The Magicians
“I was enchanted from start to finish.”
—sfrevu.com
“Lighthearted and fast-paced, Soulless will please fans of fantasy, historical fantasy and paranormal romance alike.”
—The Miami Herald
“Carriger has created a wonderfully detailed world that is just one step to the side of our own.”
—sfrevu.com
“A tapestry that is simultaneously witty, charming, exhilarating and downright fun.”
—fantasyliterature.com
Copyright
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.