An Unseen Attraction (Sins of the Cities, #1)

by K.J. Charles

And there were few things so lonely as being the only man in a crowd of laughing people who didn’t get the joke.

Clem was not a man you could read like a book, or if you could, the book was in an unfamiliar typeface, with no page numbers.

As if the world needed more people like all the people it already had.

“Most people think that nobody should make a fuss until it’s their own comfort at stake, at which point they will bring the roof down shrieking about it.”

“I pluck the rose,” Clem said. “And love it more than tongue can speak— Then the good minute goes.”

“Rowley, there are lots of people who think I’m worth looking at. Not so many who think I’m worth listening to. Not like you.”

He’d spent his life carefully not looking into an abyss of rage like the pit of hellfire he’d so often been told awaited pagans, because if he ever really looked, he feared he might be angry forever.

Oh yes this

‘What matter to me if their star is a world? Mine has opened its soul to me; therefore I love it.’

Asians in Britain: 400 Years of History by Rozina Vizram