Deathless Divide (Dread Nation, #2)

by Justina Ireland

This is the excellent foppery of the world that when we are sick in fortune—often the surfeits of our own behavior—we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and stars, as if we were villains on necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves, thieves, and treachers by spherical predominance, drunkards, liars, and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence. . . . An admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition on the charge of a star. —Shakespeare, King Lear

Clearly I should reread Lear bc this is the best dragging of astrology I've seen except Sagan