A Natural History of Dragons (The Memoirs of Lady Trent, #1)

by Marie Brennan

I looked upon him as one might upon a minor pagan god, earnestly desiring his goodwill, but never quite certain how to propitiate him.

This has often been the way with me: notions too mad for another to take seriously are the very notions I seize upon and enact, often in the most organized and sensible fashion.

These were the things I loved. Why should I give them up for the company of a man who would leave me to run the household and otherwise bore myself into porridge?