The Missing of Clairdelune (The Mirror Visitor, #2)

by Christelle Dabos

“We simply can’t allow ourselves to be enemies,” cut in Thorn. “You’re making my life difficult with your resentment; it’s imperative that we become reconciled. I’m not permitted to enter the Gynaeceum; meet me at the Treasury, insult me, slap me, smash a plate over my head if you feel like it, and then let’s never speak of it again. Name your day.

As a reader, she was burning with professional curiosity, and as a fiancée, she was dying to take her revenge on Thorn.

“I’m considering all options to save us from famine,” he replied, consulting his fob watch. “If it were just up to me, I would first select the fattest minister, but cannibalism is an illegal practice, even in the Pole.”

“You wanted me to be honest with you. You will thus learn that you are not just a pair of hands to me. And I don’t give a damn whether people find me suspect, as long as I am not so in your eyes.

“Would you prefer to hear me say that I would like to be your reason for staying? I doubt it.”

He was so high up on those legs of his that Ophelia had to climb the steps of the ladder to raise herself to his level.

Ophelia had to climb the steps of the ladder to raise herself to his level.

If Ophelia had learned one thing in life, it was that errors were indispensible for personal development.