I warn you, sir, I am more than skilled in deadly combat,” I said, hoping that was something someone more than skilled in deadly combat might say.

I was tired of rewriting my opinion of the Society. I was tired of wondering what Rose would wish me to do. I was tired of constantly wondering if I had made the right choice, if I even had a choice, or if I was being manipulated at every turn.

What I never quite understand about the Season, though, is why does anyone want to get married? It seems to me very much like a slightly more pleasant prison, except the guard never changes.

Evelyn, please, you have no idea how much I regret that day.”
“I think I have some idea.”
“I have thought every day about you—your loss. And every day, I only saw how I would make things worse if I were here.”
“And I only thought of ways you would have made it better.

Mr. Kent raised his brows. “What are they asking?”
“For me to heal a little girl.”
“My God, the brutes, the monsters,” he mocked.

As the late earl said, ‘The early bird catches birds of a like feather,’” she said.
I nodded, not even trying to understand how that would work. At the very least, the combination of proverbs made it somewhat original.