A Rogue of One's Own (A League of Extraordinary Women, #2)

by Evie Dunmore

bells—she was a leader of the suffrage movement, not a criminal on the loose. Though granted, for many people, this amounted to one and the same.

I do not wish women to have power over men,

but over themselves.

But her mother never fought. She had pressed her lips together, and become thinner, and paler, and haughtier, until she had haunted Wycliffe Hall like a wronged wraith, and the more martyred and quieter she had become, the louder Lucie had wanted to yell.

She had not yet truly comprehended power then, and how treacherously easy it was to side with it, and to ask that the downtrodden ones change before one demanded the tyrant change.

“Idealism, cynicism. Two sides of the same coin.”

“Society is dumber but stronger than you,” he murmured. “Be devious. Be subtle. If you can.”

He thought a moment, then gave a nod. “‘I do not wish women to have power over men, but over themselves.’” “Yes. Mary Wollstonecraft wrote this line in 1792. 1792, Tristan. It has been nearly a hundred years, and yet here we are, still fighting.”

“One more sword for your troops, princess.”

Because when a woman happened to acquire a rogue of her own, she might as well make good use of him.