The Book of the Unnamed Midwife (The Road to Nowhere, #1)

by Meg Elison

She tried to keep hope out of her, shutting all the doors and locking them with the keys of reason and evidence and precedent. Still, she could feel it seeping in, incorporeal and deathless, refusing to be refused.

Why steal men these days? Men = dime a dozen. They always were.

They lit candles against the dark and waited. Without birth, life is only that wait.