Finding Lady Enderly

by Joanna Davidson Politano

“You’ve not seen my suite of rooms. A canopy bed, soft carpet, and at least thirty mirrors in the dressing room. I’ve never seen the like.” “What does a woman need with thirty mirrors? You’ve only got one face, haven’t you?”

“Every adventurer needs a rescuer, and I plan to be yours.”

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“Falling at my feet now, are we?” The deep voice of Victor Prendergast rolled through the empty garden. “I’m flattered.” I struggled to stand and glared up into his face. I would not let him make me afraid. “It’s a wonder your head fits through doorways.” He chuckled and tipped his head to study me

Those we love know exactly what we are in spite of everything—and that is both a benefit and a dilemma.

When you set out to change someone’s opinion of you, you must first start with your own.

“You know who I truly am.” “My dear, it’s like I told you before. ‘Rag woman’ was never your real identity. Nothing based on circumstances can be. The rags are gone, yet here you are. So the question remains—who are you, truly?”

No matter what else I lose, no one is capable of separating me from my dignity—except on occasion myself.