“No,” said Prudence.
“One of them is that she doesn’t like her name.”
“No?” Lord Akeldama looked very thoughtful. “Well, there you have it. I couldn’t sympathize more, puggle. I don’t
Alexia laughed.
Prudence took sudden interest in Alexia’s parasol, sitting next to her on the settee.
“Mine?” suggested Prudence.
“Perhaps someday,” said her mother.
Looking at his adopted daughter thoughtfully, Lord Akeldama said, “Shifting times, my dear
Alexia did not bother to ask how he might know her secret code name. She only looked him straight on, forthright as always. “Shifting times,
Acknowledgments
Phrannish read this last book during the middle of production. Rach read it a week after giving birth. Iz did her rounds ill, having just returned from Israel and in the process of buying a house. So for all my girls, with lives more grown-up than mine, this writer beast is eternally grateful that you put said lives on hold… one final time. My personal parasol protectorate, thank you. We must do it again sometime.
meet the author
MS. CARRIGER began writing to cope with being raised in obscurity by an expatriate Brit and an incurable curmudgeon. She escaped small-town life and inadvertently acquired several degrees in higher learning. Ms. Carriger then traveled the historic cities of Europe, subsisting entirely on biscuits secreted in her handbag. She now resides in the Colonies, surrounded by fantastic shoes, where she insists on tea imported directly from London and cats that pee into toilets. She is fond of teeny-tiny hats and tropical fruit. Find out more about Ms. Carriger at www.gailcarriger.com.
The Parasol Protectorate
Soulless
Changeless
Blameless
Heartless
Timeless
